- Dec 27, 2001
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Flame me all you want; I work retail. Well I did until tonight.
I was working at a large chain store in the computer department trying to make ends meet. I didn't like the job, the company or the products but it put foof on the table. I mean...no one would do that kind of work if they didn't have to. Well tonight was the final straw. I was watching the clock waiting for my shift to end when it happened: a massive sloth of a man came in holding hands with some tiny old lady. At least I got a smile out of something today. Anyways, they come directly up to me and Slothman mumbles something about wanting a low end laptop. Ok no problem. I show him the cheap stuff and start to walk away. You see he smelled like he used onions for soap and garlic for toothpaste. But no...Slothman wanted to chat. He apparently needed a specific low end cpu. I tried to tell him that low end cpus are basically the same but I guess he had received this months "Cheap Piece of Shit" magazine and wanted a certain one. I again showed him what we had and again he wanted to argue.
I finally asked him if he wanted to buy a computer and he starts telling me about how he knows more than me and how he should be teaching me about computers. That was it. I yelled "and I should be teaching you how to flbang your mother but you apparently already mastered that!"
I took off the stupid blue shirt, threw it at him and left.
I was working at a large chain store in the computer department trying to make ends meet. I didn't like the job, the company or the products but it put foof on the table. I mean...no one would do that kind of work if they didn't have to. Well tonight was the final straw. I was watching the clock waiting for my shift to end when it happened: a massive sloth of a man came in holding hands with some tiny old lady. At least I got a smile out of something today. Anyways, they come directly up to me and Slothman mumbles something about wanting a low end laptop. Ok no problem. I show him the cheap stuff and start to walk away. You see he smelled like he used onions for soap and garlic for toothpaste. But no...Slothman wanted to chat. He apparently needed a specific low end cpu. I tried to tell him that low end cpus are basically the same but I guess he had received this months "Cheap Piece of Shit" magazine and wanted a certain one. I again showed him what we had and again he wanted to argue.
I finally asked him if he wanted to buy a computer and he starts telling me about how he knows more than me and how he should be teaching me about computers. That was it. I yelled "and I should be teaching you how to flbang your mother but you apparently already mastered that!"
I took off the stupid blue shirt, threw it at him and left.
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