The hobby store where I work is located in a plaza with extremely limited dining options and though I am by law permitted 30 minutes to go elsewhere, I do not take this option because we are understaffed and I cannot trust customers to not come in while I'm away. I'm also kind of a dull guy, so I go to the same grocery store deli for lunch almost every day I work.
There is a lady who works there. She's an upper-middle-aged, short, squat, shriveled, massively overweight, uneducated, and bitter creature whose service I try hard to avoid. She always snaps at people that they could have saved with a membership card ("if you were smart and had a card, you'd have saved $x") or making fun of the computer voice at the self-check ("thank you for not using a real human cashier!") Today, I had no choice. Her counter was the only one open and the self-check center was shut down with problems. In a hurry and needing to eat, I stood in line behind an expectant mother who was about my age (27-ish). This mom-to-be was positivly glowing and I will admit was quite attractive. Her mood quickly changed with the following exchange.
SE= Sucky Employee
EM= expectant mother
Me= you get three guesses
SE: Oh, when are you expecting?
EM: (patting her tummy) Oh, I've only got about six weeks left.
SE: Oh. Get knocked up?
EM: Excuse me?
SE: Honey, you're too young to be pregnant.
EM: I'm married! And I'm 27!
SE: Bull! You ain't 27. This must be one of those magic 5-month pregnancies, little girl.
The expectant mother departed the counter and stormed to customer service to complain. I moved forward to pay for my food, trying to bite my tongue as to how rude she was, but she would not let the conversation go.
SE: Did you hear that little teenager trying to pass herself off as 27! What a little slut. 27 my fat ass.
ME: (having just paid and finally having enough) Yes. Your fat ass.
I wish I had the time to report her as well, but I had to scurry back to work, scarf down my food, and pray to the retail gods that the store wasn't packed when I got there.
The worst part of it was that when I went back a few days later, the SE was STILL employed and being rotten as ever.
There is a lady who works there. She's an upper-middle-aged, short, squat, shriveled, massively overweight, uneducated, and bitter creature whose service I try hard to avoid. She always snaps at people that they could have saved with a membership card ("if you were smart and had a card, you'd have saved $x") or making fun of the computer voice at the self-check ("thank you for not using a real human cashier!") Today, I had no choice. Her counter was the only one open and the self-check center was shut down with problems. In a hurry and needing to eat, I stood in line behind an expectant mother who was about my age (27-ish). This mom-to-be was positivly glowing and I will admit was quite attractive. Her mood quickly changed with the following exchange.
SE= Sucky Employee
EM= expectant mother
Me= you get three guesses
SE: Oh, when are you expecting?
EM: (patting her tummy) Oh, I've only got about six weeks left.
SE: Oh. Get knocked up?
EM: Excuse me?
SE: Honey, you're too young to be pregnant.
EM: I'm married! And I'm 27!
SE: Bull! You ain't 27. This must be one of those magic 5-month pregnancies, little girl.
The expectant mother departed the counter and stormed to customer service to complain. I moved forward to pay for my food, trying to bite my tongue as to how rude she was, but she would not let the conversation go.
SE: Did you hear that little teenager trying to pass herself off as 27! What a little slut. 27 my fat ass.
ME: (having just paid and finally having enough) Yes. Your fat ass.
I wish I had the time to report her as well, but I had to scurry back to work, scarf down my food, and pray to the retail gods that the store wasn't packed when I got there.
The worst part of it was that when I went back a few days later, the SE was STILL employed and being rotten as ever.

Oh my Lord! What a rude cow!
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