Edit: Very un-ladylike and offensive if you're offended by offensive language.
I am fuming.
B/G: I work at a pizza place.
I'm taking out an order thats all paid for so easy peasy lemon squeezy.
No, of course it's not because some right ol' ARSEHOLE has decided to make things difficult.
Me: "Pick-up for Peter?"
There's only two people in the shop, both male and I haven't taken any orders all night so I have no idea which one, if any, is Peter. I have a hunch its the old guy in the glasses but he's just looking at his phone and smirking, so I go to put it in the hotbox.
When I turn around to check, he's standing at the counter.
"Peter?"
He nods.
So I bring it over to him and all is well. As I'm reading back the order on the receipt I glance quickly upwards to make sure he's paying attention and see him smirking like a fucking smurf.
He puts his finger to his lips to 'shush' me and I'm stunned into silence by this rude motherfucker.
"I can't hear you when your looking down" He says like I'm a naughty schoolgirl. I'm no stupid schoolgirl, I can tell your trying to teach this young 'un some 'manners' so she can go far in customer service because i'm obviously a high-school dropout with no future prospects. Well fuck you buddy, I'm at law school and you probably still live at your mothers so get off your high horse, crawl into a ditch and DIE.
I. am. reading. your. fucking. order. from. the. fucking. reciept. I. don't. have. to. It's common courtesy you entitled smirking jackass. Do you expect me to have memorised your order your highness? Excuse me, but last time I checked you were a fatass 40 year old man with a pathetic attempt of a beard, wearing a superman t-shirt stretched over your massive stomach.
There is a special place in hell reserved for people like you
I am fuming.
B/G: I work at a pizza place.
I'm taking out an order thats all paid for so easy peasy lemon squeezy.
No, of course it's not because some right ol' ARSEHOLE has decided to make things difficult.
Me: "Pick-up for Peter?"
There's only two people in the shop, both male and I haven't taken any orders all night so I have no idea which one, if any, is Peter. I have a hunch its the old guy in the glasses but he's just looking at his phone and smirking, so I go to put it in the hotbox.
When I turn around to check, he's standing at the counter.
"Peter?"
He nods.
So I bring it over to him and all is well. As I'm reading back the order on the receipt I glance quickly upwards to make sure he's paying attention and see him smirking like a fucking smurf.
He puts his finger to his lips to 'shush' me and I'm stunned into silence by this rude motherfucker.
"I can't hear you when your looking down" He says like I'm a naughty schoolgirl. I'm no stupid schoolgirl, I can tell your trying to teach this young 'un some 'manners' so she can go far in customer service because i'm obviously a high-school dropout with no future prospects. Well fuck you buddy, I'm at law school and you probably still live at your mothers so get off your high horse, crawl into a ditch and DIE.
I. am. reading. your. fucking. order. from. the. fucking. reciept. I. don't. have. to. It's common courtesy you entitled smirking jackass. Do you expect me to have memorised your order your highness? Excuse me, but last time I checked you were a fatass 40 year old man with a pathetic attempt of a beard, wearing a superman t-shirt stretched over your massive stomach.
There is a special place in hell reserved for people like you
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