Yet another incident. Luckily, this time it had nothing to do with me--
A group of about five people comes in and wanders the store for about two seconds. Kris was busy doing something at the cashwrap. As they're back by the door, Kris asks if they need help with anything.
"It's too late now! We'll take our money elsewhere!" And they leave in a huff.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
This further proves my theory that people come shop at AIDS Seattle Premium just to start shit.
Do people really go into random stores with absolutely NOTHING in mind and expect to be tended to immediately like they're some rich-ass big-spending royalty? REALLY?!?! YOU ARE. SHOPPING. AT AN OUTLET MALL!!! THIS IS NOT FUCKING NORDSTROM!!! Are you FUCKING kidding me?!?!
Say it with me now! OUT. LET. Just because it's located next to some fancy-ass casino and resort does NOT mean you're gonna be treated like Paris fucking Hilton, okay? What's on the south side of the casino? WALMART AND HOME DEPOT. ARE YOU BLIND?!?!
If I were in charge of that shitty fucking mall, I would punish each rude customer by making them work Black Friday, Boxing Day, Spring Break, Memorial Day weekend or Back-To-School in the mall, depending on whichever one was coming up. THAT would fucking teach 'em. AND it would boost everybody's goddamn payroll.
...remind me to never be a manager anywhere. Heh.
UGHHHHHH!!!
Anyway. I don't wanna be here. I think I'ma fight with my hair a bit and then head over to Gramma and Grampa's.
Yep.
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