Today I asked one of my customers to hang her pants up (before I caught her, she'd draped at least 9 pairs of pants over my rolling rack, slowing down my work significantly) and first she looked at me like I was insane, then acted like I didn't exist (and proceeded to say to her ugly-ass husband, who was giving me a sassy look the whole time: "they want me to hang my pants up??!"). FUCKING LOOK AT ME AND TALK TO ME, YOU BITCH.
I can't even deal with these stupid shitheads sometimes.
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You and I,
We were born to die.
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