Yesterday was the first Wednesday of the month, and we all know what that means: Another Damn Senior Day. But I didn't work yesterday. 
Instead today I got set upon by a gaggle of wrinkly old farts demanding to know if today was Senior Day (no), could they get their 15% discount anyway (no), did I know how far they had to drive to get here today (nein), did I know they couldn't make it in to the store to shop yesterday (nyet), did I care they were on a fixed income (non), and do I care that this is "really shady" and they'll never shop by us again (fuck no).
Of course, they have to waste my time like this on day where we're shorthanded and have a huge truck to fill.
Seriously, do people stop reading when they turn 65 or something?

Instead today I got set upon by a gaggle of wrinkly old farts demanding to know if today was Senior Day (no), could they get their 15% discount anyway (no), did I know how far they had to drive to get here today (nein), did I know they couldn't make it in to the store to shop yesterday (nyet), did I care they were on a fixed income (non), and do I care that this is "really shady" and they'll never shop by us again (fuck no).
Of course, they have to waste my time like this on day where we're shorthanded and have a huge truck to fill.
Seriously, do people stop reading when they turn 65 or something?
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