YOU BETTER!

Oh, these customers are killing me today. The first crazy was a lady with huge legs who needed three sandwiches for a hospital visit and was a little too excited singing opera while she waited for me to finish.

The next guy had a small build, small shoulders and a deep voice. He looked suspicious, like he was on crack. He had a wad of cash and drove out of the parking lot with a huge diesel pick-up truck.

My favorite by far, who has won the straw on my camel's back, I'm quitting because of her, (thank you, biotch. you are the face I will never forget, representing all the nasty mean costumers of the earth.)

Everyone should be required to do customer service at least once in life, to be humbled by the bitchiness of the world. I used to be the bitch, but now have learned that eye contact is VERY important and this is just another job for them, too. No one REALLY wants to "serve" ANYONE. It's just a bitch slap every time you have to do something for someone else, when you know DAMN well they can do it themselves. Oh, eye contact is SO important.

Generally, I have to present the product to these ungrateful holes. This lady says, "I need to see two." I pull out two. "Those are two small, I was told on the phone I can get what ever size I needed." Fine, I say, I can show you two more.

"You better."

That's what she f*cking said. YOU BETTER.

I glared at her and said to myself, "It is you, you are the biotch, who is rewarded my precious straw."

My partner had to help her for the rest of the time. My ears were red hot and I had to get in the freezer with a quickness.