I hope I'm not hijacking this entire site! I have just had a very busy week!!!!
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OK, listen weirdo. I know for a fact that I asked you if you wanted a salted rim on your margarita. The reason I know this is because I personally find a salted rim on a strawberry blended drink abhorrent, and I always want to make sure this is what the customer actually wants. And what did you say??? YES.
No, you did. You did!!
You DID!!! I remember. Because I thought to myself..... 'Yuck"
So maybe you tasted it and changed your mind, that's fine. But don't act like I rimmed your drink with strychnine. This is not the end of the world. We will get through this together, I swear. Just unclench a little bit.
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So, listen....bitch?? I am truly, teeth-gnashingly sorry that the pen in your billfold isn't working. You see, we are forced to give these particular pens out because they have the hotel name on them; unfortunately, they aren't the greatest quality. Yes, I realize that this is a tragedy on par with the burning of the Hindenberg, or your hairdresser convincing you that the color on top of your head is "Blonde". (Because.....really? No. Just.... no. It's not.)
But hey, you know what WASN'T necessary?? Waving me over to your table, holding your billfold directly in front of my face and then dramatically "struggling" to sign your bill. Oh and also? Doing this with your eyes bugging out and your mouth hanging open in a deliberate "I am such a moron" expression is a really great way to get yourself punched.
And bonus points for then slapping the billfold onto the table and resuming your conversation with your friend without ever saying a single word to me.
Hey look kids!! Someone just bought herself a ride on the Merry-Go-Fuck-Yourself!!!!
Die.
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OK, listen weirdo. I know for a fact that I asked you if you wanted a salted rim on your margarita. The reason I know this is because I personally find a salted rim on a strawberry blended drink abhorrent, and I always want to make sure this is what the customer actually wants. And what did you say??? YES.
No, you did. You did!!
You DID!!! I remember. Because I thought to myself..... 'Yuck"
So maybe you tasted it and changed your mind, that's fine. But don't act like I rimmed your drink with strychnine. This is not the end of the world. We will get through this together, I swear. Just unclench a little bit.
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So, listen....bitch?? I am truly, teeth-gnashingly sorry that the pen in your billfold isn't working. You see, we are forced to give these particular pens out because they have the hotel name on them; unfortunately, they aren't the greatest quality. Yes, I realize that this is a tragedy on par with the burning of the Hindenberg, or your hairdresser convincing you that the color on top of your head is "Blonde". (Because.....really? No. Just.... no. It's not.)
But hey, you know what WASN'T necessary?? Waving me over to your table, holding your billfold directly in front of my face and then dramatically "struggling" to sign your bill. Oh and also? Doing this with your eyes bugging out and your mouth hanging open in a deliberate "I am such a moron" expression is a really great way to get yourself punched.
And bonus points for then slapping the billfold onto the table and resuming your conversation with your friend without ever saying a single word to me.
Hey look kids!! Someone just bought herself a ride on the Merry-Go-Fuck-Yourself!!!!
Die.
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