Necrotic Obsession

Fuck customers. Fuck customers.

Fuck customers.

Okay, so they're not all bad, but some are taking the fucking piss. I had some stupid bimp in last night getting her stuff;

"Right, that'll be (price)."
"But I have a voucher "
"Okay, can I see it?"
"No, I lost it."

Are you fucking stupid? No, don't answer that. Do you know how a shop works? I hope the bitch gets fucked by a bulldozer. And then there's the cretin who demanded that we drop everything to get her stuff to her two days early, after being warned several times it wouldn't be finished. We evenoffered to take it back and finish it on the spot, but no, that wasn't good enough, and then she has the fucking spind to complain about being charged full price? No extra for inconveniencing us, just the originally agreed upon price. Go play in traffick, you scum of the fucking earth. Not forgetting the absolute shitehawk who complained to my boss and tried to get me fired because I called the other shop to see where her order was instead of magic-ing it out of thin air for her. I got your express for the day you wanted it and you said there was no rush on the rest, you stupid fucking whore. Pull your stupid fucking head out of your self-important fucking arse, it's blocking the sunlight.

Let's not forget about the guy who threatened to kill me because he wouldn't belive he had the wrong ticket until his wife rang and told him so, the woman who had me search through rubbish for 20 minutes because she couldn't find her own receipt (which it turned out she'd never had, because she'd never paid), and the dope who ordered the wrong thing and then complained about the price being misquoted. They, along with anyone who has ever tried to haggle the prices down, look for something that they either already collected or never ordered in the first place, or asked if were running the offers that are plastered all over the shop and staring them in the fucking face need to be lined up and shot at dawn. Followed by the ceremonial stoning of todays champion, some daft toffee bitch who kept asking why a discount card wasn't delivered to her house. I don't know, I didn't organise it, I don't know where they went and I sure as fuck don't know where you live.



Christ on a stick, death is too good for these people.

Another thing that pisses me off is people who just throw their reciept back down on the counter and walk off. It's the height of ignorance. It'd cost you no extra energy to say you don't want one before or even after I've printed it out, but to take it from me and immediately drop it without saying a word... Cunts.