Hey everyone!
So here I go.
Shingle Lady: SL
Me: Me!
Manager: Manager
Me: *opening spiel*
SL:*responds in some way, *
Me: *starts cutting the tag off the trolley thing*
SL: I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING!!!!1!!!11!
Me: o.0 I'm cutting the tag off for you.
SL: *starts muttering something bout how she used to work for a store etc etc*
Me: o.0 *starts packing bags* *puts the paper towel in the trolley thing* *starts to put in another bag*
SL: No! I want other stuff to go on top!
Me: Oh Ok.
SL: *Implying that I'm slow, you know the tone of voice* Are you with me yet?
Me: *didn't respond, as I'm not demeaning myself to answer that*
SL: Obliviously not.
Me: *continues putting stuff in bags*
SL: I have shingles, I should be in hospital, it's contagious. I shouldn't be out.
Me: *thinking: Why don't you go then?*
SL:*phone rings* Hello? HELLO? HELLO? YOU GOING TO ANSWER? *puts phone on counter* Fucking someone on the phone and they're not fucking talking.
SL: Now they fucking hung up.
Me: *Remaining silent, dreading speaking* *Manager has come over with my change*.
Me: Your total is $XX.XX
SL: Let me get it out. I have shingles. I shouldn't be out, I should be in hospital.
SL: *To manager* You! You've had shingles? *Manager is ignoring her at the moment, concentrating on my change* You've had shingles? They're contagious!
Manager: Nope.
SL: They're contagious!!!11!!!1!!
Me: *Takes money and puts it in the till.* I just need to check your bag.
SL: I have to go! I have shingles! *shows bag* It's contatigous. I SHOULD BE IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!
Me: Have a good day.
SL: *Mutters something and walks off.*
Once she's gone, I grab the hand sanatizer and cover my arms and hands in it.
That's the gist of the story, but jeeze, if you've got shingles fuck off to the doctor or hospital or your home and STAY THERE.
/End rage
So here I go.
Shingle Lady: SL
Me: Me!
Manager: Manager
Me: *opening spiel*
SL:*responds in some way, *
Me: *starts cutting the tag off the trolley thing*
SL: I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING!!!!1!!!11!
Me: o.0 I'm cutting the tag off for you.
SL: *starts muttering something bout how she used to work for a store etc etc*
Me: o.0 *starts packing bags* *puts the paper towel in the trolley thing* *starts to put in another bag*
SL: No! I want other stuff to go on top!
Me: Oh Ok.
SL: *Implying that I'm slow, you know the tone of voice* Are you with me yet?
Me: *didn't respond, as I'm not demeaning myself to answer that*
SL: Obliviously not.
Me: *continues putting stuff in bags*
SL: I have shingles, I should be in hospital, it's contagious. I shouldn't be out.
Me: *thinking: Why don't you go then?*
SL:*phone rings* Hello? HELLO? HELLO? YOU GOING TO ANSWER? *puts phone on counter* Fucking someone on the phone and they're not fucking talking.
SL: Now they fucking hung up.
Me: *Remaining silent, dreading speaking* *Manager has come over with my change*.
Me: Your total is $XX.XX
SL: Let me get it out. I have shingles. I shouldn't be out, I should be in hospital.
SL: *To manager* You! You've had shingles? *Manager is ignoring her at the moment, concentrating on my change* You've had shingles? They're contagious!
Manager: Nope.
SL: They're contagious!!!11!!!1!!
Me: *Takes money and puts it in the till.* I just need to check your bag.
SL: I have to go! I have shingles! *shows bag* It's contatigous. I SHOULD BE IN THE HOSPITAL!!!!
Me: Have a good day.
SL: *Mutters something and walks off.*
Once she's gone, I grab the hand sanatizer and cover my arms and hands in it.
That's the gist of the story, but jeeze, if you've got shingles fuck off to the doctor or hospital or your home and STAY THERE.
/End rage
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