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Calm the f*** down, will you?
You've come up to my line with four heaping carts full of stuff, and while doing so, you're yelling at your own mother and husband(those two were really nice), and you're yelling off three different things to me. You then proceed to repeat one of them more times than I care to remember, for what reason only God knows.
So, I've begun your order from hell, knowing and dreading that this is going to take a good half-hour with the way you're simultaneously, ignoring me, glaring at me, yelling at me, yelling at your mother and husband some more, etc.
I somehow managed to make it halfway through your order without losing my mind, at which point you ask if we have any bags. You are in here EVERY WEEK. The answer is always the same! NO, we don't have bags, that's not how it works here. We've got boxes, we've got a sh!tload of boxes. But no bags. You want bags, bring your own.
Now the order continues in a similar manner as the first half. Yes, I'm well aware that you don't know my current state of being, but if you keep glaring at me and then saying to your husband more than loud enough for me to hear, that I look nervous, I'm going to crack and start screaming at you. You think I'm nervous? Oh, know, I'm not nervous. I'm dealing with depression and anxiety at this point in my life, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast and it's the afternoon, your whole demeanor is extremely off putting, and to top it, you've got a huge fracking order here! So stop it!
Finally, no more items. The end is in sight! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it looks glorious! But then you just gotta realize now, after the fact, that you don't have enough money on hand to pay for everything, so I've gotta go back now and void all the stuff you decide you don't really need(I've been wondering if you really need the four carts and all the crap in them). That gets done, it's time to pay.
Now, befor- whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down! Arrgghh!! What's wrong with you?? You know what, fine, ok. You're gonna pay with four different tenders, no problem.
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Look, I don't know what it is you're looking at over there, but you just said you were ready to pay, and then turned around, so turn back around, pay for your crap and get out.
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Whew, ok, done with that, you're ready to go.
What the Hell is with the evil-eye stare as you're slowly turning?? I swear, if you call me nervo-OH for the love of God! Get out! Get out! Get the frack out of my sight! You're driving me up a kriffing wall!
Oh, btw, you shouldn't treat your mother like crap as you've been doing while in my line. And, I've gotta give your husband a LOT of credit. He's a cool guy, nice guy, doesn't seem like anything can get him down. Guess that's why he's able to stand being near you.
Walk away. That's right, walk away with your asinine amount of crap in tow. Leave. Leave.......leave. Why are you looking back at me again with the evil-eye? Get out of here before the fake look of serenity on my face cracks and I start going nuts! Finally!
Please, please, please don't ever come back. Oh, what? Oh. I guess I'm getting my lunch break now. Great timing, that.
EDIT: Oh. Seems I forgot to mention, throughout this whole ordeal, I made one small error by asking a question, which was replied to with "YES! I already said that. Christ, boy doesn't pay attention...."
Yeah.
You've come up to my line with four heaping carts full of stuff, and while doing so, you're yelling at your own mother and husband(those two were really nice), and you're yelling off three different things to me. You then proceed to repeat one of them more times than I care to remember, for what reason only God knows.
So, I've begun your order from hell, knowing and dreading that this is going to take a good half-hour with the way you're simultaneously, ignoring me, glaring at me, yelling at me, yelling at your mother and husband some more, etc.
I somehow managed to make it halfway through your order without losing my mind, at which point you ask if we have any bags. You are in here EVERY WEEK. The answer is always the same! NO, we don't have bags, that's not how it works here. We've got boxes, we've got a sh!tload of boxes. But no bags. You want bags, bring your own.
Now the order continues in a similar manner as the first half. Yes, I'm well aware that you don't know my current state of being, but if you keep glaring at me and then saying to your husband more than loud enough for me to hear, that I look nervous, I'm going to crack and start screaming at you. You think I'm nervous? Oh, know, I'm not nervous. I'm dealing with depression and anxiety at this point in my life, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast and it's the afternoon, your whole demeanor is extremely off putting, and to top it, you've got a huge fracking order here! So stop it!
Finally, no more items. The end is in sight! I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it looks glorious! But then you just gotta realize now, after the fact, that you don't have enough money on hand to pay for everything, so I've gotta go back now and void all the stuff you decide you don't really need(I've been wondering if you really need the four carts and all the crap in them). That gets done, it's time to pay.
Now, befor- whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Slow down! Arrgghh!! What's wrong with you?? You know what, fine, ok. You're gonna pay with four different tenders, no problem.
...........
...........
..........ahem......
..........
Look, I don't know what it is you're looking at over there, but you just said you were ready to pay, and then turned around, so turn back around, pay for your crap and get out.
..........
Whew, ok, done with that, you're ready to go.
What the Hell is with the evil-eye stare as you're slowly turning?? I swear, if you call me nervo-OH for the love of God! Get out! Get out! Get the frack out of my sight! You're driving me up a kriffing wall!
Oh, btw, you shouldn't treat your mother like crap as you've been doing while in my line. And, I've gotta give your husband a LOT of credit. He's a cool guy, nice guy, doesn't seem like anything can get him down. Guess that's why he's able to stand being near you.
Walk away. That's right, walk away with your asinine amount of crap in tow. Leave. Leave.......leave. Why are you looking back at me again with the evil-eye? Get out of here before the fake look of serenity on my face cracks and I start going nuts! Finally!
Please, please, please don't ever come back. Oh, what? Oh. I guess I'm getting my lunch break now. Great timing, that.
EDIT: Oh. Seems I forgot to mention, throughout this whole ordeal, I made one small error by asking a question, which was replied to with "YES! I already said that. Christ, boy doesn't pay attention...."
Yeah.
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