retail slave humour

I don't know how many other people out there in cyber world are retail workers, but if you are out there I know your pain.

Today was one of those exceptional days where every other customer was a whiny pain in the ass. "What the fuck?" said one genius type, "these prices are highway robbery"! Well isn't that original, I must hear that 35 times a day, being that I work in a retail store on one of North America's busiest highways.

The winner of the day however, called me a bitch upon leaving the store completely unsatisfied with my explanation of the ability of Ontario lottery machines being unable to check for Quebec lottery ticket winners. He was so insensed that he came back into the store to tell me more of his rant of my attitude problem and how disgusted he was with the whole business.

Luckily for me other customers came to my defense and (with my complete agreement) said I was doing a fine job and not to let jerks like him get to me.

My greatest problem when dealing with difficult assholes, oh pardon me, I mean to say difficult customers, is that my face turns very red and I start to breathe very loudly as I try without much success to control my temper.

I believe I deserve a crown after today's dick munch showed his true colours and I (sort of) kept my cool.

That brings me to the end of my complaint. I am sure there are plenty of other people out there with wonderful stories of their own experiences with numbnut customers. I would love to read about them. Sometimes I think I should be wearing a camera so the whole tv viewing world can share a laugh with me. Afterall it is completely laughable when you go over it again in your mind.

ttfn

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