To rude big boobied customer: "Oh hi! The wolves that raised you just called and they're very, very disapointed in you."
To rude old customer :"Look lady, ever thought of going Jehovah's witness? Christmas seems to ram its tree right up your ass every year. Jehovah's don't celebrate it. Would do WONDERS for your mood."
To rude old customer's daughter: "Yeah, about that game that was announced to be online only, the clerk who sold it to you told you it was online only, the big selling point was that it was online only, it says in giant font on the box that it's online only and you got surprised it was online only? Congratulations, you're an idiot." *hands little trophy*
To counter leech, old version :"Does it ever occur to you that if I give one worded answer while typing, while you keep trying to maintain a conversation I want no part of that maybe, MAYBE I'm working?"
To counter leech, young version:"No. Go away. You share way too much TMI about your life with me. You can't seem to realize that telling me you got raped by your dad as your introduction and then continuing on with how you sleep in the same bed as your sister are highly uncomfortable topics to discuss."
That's all off the top of my head. I have nothing to say to my immediate manager who's an absolute PRINCE with me, or my coworkers who treat me like one of the guys.
To rude old customer :"Look lady, ever thought of going Jehovah's witness? Christmas seems to ram its tree right up your ass every year. Jehovah's don't celebrate it. Would do WONDERS for your mood."
To rude old customer's daughter: "Yeah, about that game that was announced to be online only, the clerk who sold it to you told you it was online only, the big selling point was that it was online only, it says in giant font on the box that it's online only and you got surprised it was online only? Congratulations, you're an idiot." *hands little trophy*
To counter leech, old version :"Does it ever occur to you that if I give one worded answer while typing, while you keep trying to maintain a conversation I want no part of that maybe, MAYBE I'm working?"
To counter leech, young version:"No. Go away. You share way too much TMI about your life with me. You can't seem to realize that telling me you got raped by your dad as your introduction and then continuing on with how you sleep in the same bed as your sister are highly uncomfortable topics to discuss."
That's all off the top of my head. I have nothing to say to my immediate manager who's an absolute PRINCE with me, or my coworkers who treat me like one of the guys.
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