For a damn newspaper.
I'm stocking cigarettes when a woman goes up to a register with a closed sign on it (grrr) slaps two quarters on the counter and says, "Here's two quarters for the newspaper." She walks off with it.
"That's fine but I need to scan the newspaper." I scoop the quarters up and walk to my register, closest to the door.
"It's a fucking newspaper."
"That's fine but I still need to scan it."
"It's a fucking newspaper! I'm late for work!"
"I still need to scan it so the newspaper people get the proper credit."
She frisbees the newspaper at me. "You know what? I'm not going to buy this goddamn newspaper. Making me scan the fucking newspaper when I'm late for work." She walks back to the closed register. "Where's my fifty cents? I'll go buy my goddamn newspaper somewhere else! I'm late for work!"
She comes back to me, snatches the coins out of my hand and stomps off.
As soon as she's out of earshot, I say to myself, "You're making yourself later for work because you can't take 30 seconds for me to scan your damn newspaper. Wow."
Bonus: Really, I Don't...
-Care you have coupons for "Snuggies" wipes and diapers.
-Care your son gets a rash if he uses the non sensitive wipes and diapers.
-Care if you can't figure out that $9.00 takeaway $1.50 leaves $7.50.
-Give a flying poop about your son's rashes.
-Give a flying crap that you have coupons.
-Want to hear you repeat the same thing over and over again for 5 minutes.
-Give a flying turd about your coupons! Use them and stop bothering me!
Double Bonus: Wusses
So manager A and cashier N2 freaked out over a crane fly, and ordered me to kill it. Poor thing was lost and scared enough, so I trapped it and released it outside. I hate killing animals (including bugs) with a passion, unless they are poisonous or will bite me.
I'm stocking cigarettes when a woman goes up to a register with a closed sign on it (grrr) slaps two quarters on the counter and says, "Here's two quarters for the newspaper." She walks off with it.
"That's fine but I need to scan the newspaper." I scoop the quarters up and walk to my register, closest to the door.
"It's a fucking newspaper."
"That's fine but I still need to scan it."
"It's a fucking newspaper! I'm late for work!"
"I still need to scan it so the newspaper people get the proper credit."
She frisbees the newspaper at me. "You know what? I'm not going to buy this goddamn newspaper. Making me scan the fucking newspaper when I'm late for work." She walks back to the closed register. "Where's my fifty cents? I'll go buy my goddamn newspaper somewhere else! I'm late for work!"
She comes back to me, snatches the coins out of my hand and stomps off.
As soon as she's out of earshot, I say to myself, "You're making yourself later for work because you can't take 30 seconds for me to scan your damn newspaper. Wow."
Bonus: Really, I Don't...
-Care you have coupons for "Snuggies" wipes and diapers.
-Care your son gets a rash if he uses the non sensitive wipes and diapers.
-Care if you can't figure out that $9.00 takeaway $1.50 leaves $7.50.
-Give a flying poop about your son's rashes.
-Give a flying crap that you have coupons.
-Want to hear you repeat the same thing over and over again for 5 minutes.
-Give a flying turd about your coupons! Use them and stop bothering me!
Double Bonus: Wusses
So manager A and cashier N2 freaked out over a crane fly, and ordered me to kill it. Poor thing was lost and scared enough, so I trapped it and released it outside. I hate killing animals (including bugs) with a passion, unless they are poisonous or will bite me.



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