One...from about an hour ago.
On the way home from work, I thought I'd hit up the local "Big Bird" (Pittsburgh-area members know where I mean ) for some supplies. I didn't need much, just some milk, lunch meat, and some other things.
As I'm walking to the deli, I notice that it's oddly empty. Usually, the place is packed, and you have to take a number. Since there's no line, you don't have to worry about taking a number. About 6 feet from the number dispensing thingie, I see an older woman fiddling with a phone in one hand, and a crapload of coupons in the other. I had no idea what she was doing, so I "pull up" to the counter, and before I can even tell the girl what I want, this bitch (and I'm being nice) starts screaming about how "she was next."
When I walked up to the damn counter, there wasn't anyone around. Yes, you have #59 (which is what was on the little screen). But, you should have waddled up sooner instead of fucking about with your phone.
As she's ranting, the girl at the counter told her "too bad, he was here first," got my food, and she had to wait. That didn't sit well with her. As soon as the other employee came over to help her, she unloaded on him. Apparently, I'm a "bastard asshole" because I "ran over to the counter and jumped in line."
I'm surprised she didn't start on about how I needed to respect my elders. Sorry bitch, if you want my respect, you have to earn it. I'm not going to give it to you simply because you've cheated death until now. Don't like that? Bugger off then.
On the way home from work, I thought I'd hit up the local "Big Bird" (Pittsburgh-area members know where I mean ) for some supplies. I didn't need much, just some milk, lunch meat, and some other things.
As I'm walking to the deli, I notice that it's oddly empty. Usually, the place is packed, and you have to take a number. Since there's no line, you don't have to worry about taking a number. About 6 feet from the number dispensing thingie, I see an older woman fiddling with a phone in one hand, and a crapload of coupons in the other. I had no idea what she was doing, so I "pull up" to the counter, and before I can even tell the girl what I want, this bitch (and I'm being nice) starts screaming about how "she was next."
When I walked up to the damn counter, there wasn't anyone around. Yes, you have #59 (which is what was on the little screen). But, you should have waddled up sooner instead of fucking about with your phone.
As she's ranting, the girl at the counter told her "too bad, he was here first," got my food, and she had to wait. That didn't sit well with her. As soon as the other employee came over to help her, she unloaded on him. Apparently, I'm a "bastard asshole" because I "ran over to the counter and jumped in line."
I'm surprised she didn't start on about how I needed to respect my elders. Sorry bitch, if you want my respect, you have to earn it. I'm not going to give it to you simply because you've cheated death until now. Don't like that? Bugger off then.
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