My first painting.

My first painting.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

customers pissing cashiers off Part 2.

I do not want your sweaty boob money, you are disgusting. Buy a fucking wallet please. Oh and keep that shit in your stinky man sock too, I don't want that either. Stop coming in with a Cool Whip container or a nasty sock full of change (yes, it's happened) and then tell me it's all silver then it's nothing but pennies with one nickel shining through every now and then. Fuck you, go to the coinstar and cash that shit in. While you're at it, change out of your pajamas,  you look lazy and stupid. It only takes a minute to get dressed, damn. I hear it all the time, I don't care, I just woke up and I'm still half asleep.  That makes me feel safe,  driving across town to get smokes but you can't even get dressed. And you're half asleep.  Great. It just bothers me.  I don't know why,  I know it's pety.  I was just brought up differently I guess. You just didn't leave the house in your night clothes. Ok. Rant over. Continue your day.

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