Yesterday was truck day at Aid of Rite. I was in cosmetics putting stuff away when out of the corner of my eye some older guy comes up to me, grabs my elbow and begins hauling me away from the display, saying, "C'mon, let's go, you're stealing those, step away from the display".
Me: *starts to pull arm away, begin opening mouth to say "Please let go of my arm"*
The guy drops my arm and then scurries off, still chuckling at himself.
Later, when he comes up to cash out and goes through coworker's line, I give him the best DEATH GLARE I can muster.
And I also introduced Store Manager to the word "twatwaffle" when I was telling her this yesterday.
Me: *starts to pull arm away, begin opening mouth to say "Please let go of my arm"*
The guy drops my arm and then scurries off, still chuckling at himself.
Later, when he comes up to cash out and goes through coworker's line, I give him the best DEATH GLARE I can muster.
And I also introduced Store Manager to the word "twatwaffle" when I was telling her this yesterday.
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