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Let me get something straight.
I don't like you. I really, really, really don't like you. And when I say I don't like you, I don't just mean that I wouldn't talk to you or associate with you in anyway under normal circumstances. I mean there are days when I pop in my Grand Theft Auto San Andreas disc into the ole X-Box and start shooting people at random with a flame thrower and shouting, "Aha! Call the corporate number about this bitches! AHHHHHH!"
But I digress. That is when I'm on the clock and at work.
It's even harder when I encounter you outside the Rank Aid. Because I live so close by and because this city is so small, you're use to seeing me quite often. I know this because everytime you see me, you ask me,
"*snort* *stoopid-ass grin* Are you on your way to Rank Aid?"
No, you stupid tart. Believe it or not there is more to my life than my job and my bed. Believe it or not I have ambitions and goals that do not end in standing behind a counter and smiling at you while you complain about prices I cannot change, policies I have to follow, and my having to obey laws that may mean the difference between paying the rent and sleeping in the streets.
You know what? When we're off the clock I can't stop you from approaching me, or talking to me, or looking in my direction. You make my life miserable out there and in here but as long as you are within the confines of the law there is nothing I can do to stop you.
However, that should not imply that there is no line. And in fact you have crossed it.
You see, I had the good fortune to finally recieve a paid vacation. Two weeks of unbridled bliss away from the store where I am made to feel lower than panhandlers and drug addicts. However, what it seems I have overlooked was the fact that you would be on the same bus that I had to take to get to my destination.
No problem. We're seats apart. But the problem came when you addressed me.
"What, did Rank Aid finally give you a vacation?" You asked.
Did I reply with a smile and a have a nice day. No. My words to you were very clear and very direct.
"Leave me...the fuck...alone."
That's right. Not only am I on vacation and in deed an entire state away from that hell hole. But I am not required to put up with you. And please understand that the only thing keeping you alive right now is the fact that there are too many witnesses.
But hey, we're in a big city right? I might encounter you in a dark alley and poor all my frustrations on you. So do us both a favor and don't approach me.
Because not only am I off the clock. But I'm on my vacation. And vacation is about getting away from the people who make me want to slit both wrists and roam around the store with gas canister, a lighter, and a box of movie theater snow caps until I have taken you all down with me into the cleansing embrace of Hell's towering flames.
Now go about your day and don't approach me ever again...
I don't like you. I really, really, really don't like you. And when I say I don't like you, I don't just mean that I wouldn't talk to you or associate with you in anyway under normal circumstances. I mean there are days when I pop in my Grand Theft Auto San Andreas disc into the ole X-Box and start shooting people at random with a flame thrower and shouting, "Aha! Call the corporate number about this bitches! AHHHHHH!"
But I digress. That is when I'm on the clock and at work.
It's even harder when I encounter you outside the Rank Aid. Because I live so close by and because this city is so small, you're use to seeing me quite often. I know this because everytime you see me, you ask me,
"*snort* *stoopid-ass grin* Are you on your way to Rank Aid?"
No, you stupid tart. Believe it or not there is more to my life than my job and my bed. Believe it or not I have ambitions and goals that do not end in standing behind a counter and smiling at you while you complain about prices I cannot change, policies I have to follow, and my having to obey laws that may mean the difference between paying the rent and sleeping in the streets.
You know what? When we're off the clock I can't stop you from approaching me, or talking to me, or looking in my direction. You make my life miserable out there and in here but as long as you are within the confines of the law there is nothing I can do to stop you.
However, that should not imply that there is no line. And in fact you have crossed it.
You see, I had the good fortune to finally recieve a paid vacation. Two weeks of unbridled bliss away from the store where I am made to feel lower than panhandlers and drug addicts. However, what it seems I have overlooked was the fact that you would be on the same bus that I had to take to get to my destination.
No problem. We're seats apart. But the problem came when you addressed me.
"What, did Rank Aid finally give you a vacation?" You asked.
Did I reply with a smile and a have a nice day. No. My words to you were very clear and very direct.
"Leave me...the fuck...alone."
That's right. Not only am I on vacation and in deed an entire state away from that hell hole. But I am not required to put up with you. And please understand that the only thing keeping you alive right now is the fact that there are too many witnesses.
But hey, we're in a big city right? I might encounter you in a dark alley and poor all my frustrations on you. So do us both a favor and don't approach me.
Because not only am I off the clock. But I'm on my vacation. And vacation is about getting away from the people who make me want to slit both wrists and roam around the store with gas canister, a lighter, and a box of movie theater snow caps until I have taken you all down with me into the cleansing embrace of Hell's towering flames.
Now go about your day and don't approach me ever again...
Thankfully, none of them have figured it out. I think it's because they only see me in a blue top and khaki pants at work, outside of work, I never wear that combo.
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