Urgh
I fucking hate customers. Somebody is trying to haggle over the price of a pair of socks and keeps calling the girl I work with "my good lady" and me "my good man". And they're telling us how to do our jobs.


Posh fucking wankers.

EDIT One of them just fucking came in to my office, without knocking, sat down next to me and said "my good man, I would appreciate it if you would give me a free shirt with this jacket I am planning to buy. I have worked in a shop before and I know how your job works so don't tell me you can't do it. That's a good chap"

I told him to do one before I knocked him out and then his mum gave me an earful for being disrespectful. Fat bint.

Cunt cunt cunt cunt.
(Holy Cremola Foam Batman will be back on, Mon 27 Oct 2008, 16:42, Reply)