Does anyone wish there was at least one day a year where It was open season for American retail workers on customers?
You want my name? No.
Oh you decided you didn’t want that at the checkout? And those fifteen other things? *grabs customer by the hair* SON YOU GON LEARN TO PUT SHIT AWAY YOURSELF TODAY
You spend thousands of dollars here? And you think I care, why?
You want to talk to the manager? How about you talk to my fist.
WE’RE ALL GOING TO SCREAM UNTIL YOU LEARN HOW TO USE YOUR INSIDE VOICES
That’s right little trainee Johnny, the barbed wire gets wrapped four times around the baseball bat
Don’t get too close to the customers, they might be diseased.
Oh, you want to return this crusty used thong for cash with no receipt? *smiles at customer, flicks a lighter and sets item on fire*
*smashes large screaming middle aged businessman face first into wall. Repeatedly* Respect is earned, bitch.
You want a discount? How about I only raise the price ten dollars and you can kiss my ass.
Sincerely,
The INTP
(As if you couldn’t tell)
