Dear customer,

Thankyou very much for coming into our fast food chain. No really. We have a lot of competition. However, next time please - and I say this with all sincerity, dear GOD - do NOT EVER put your hands down your trousers, 're-arrange/grope' yourself. Twice. Oh yes. Twice. And then give me money with that hand. I served you and scurried off to SCRUB my hands after that. You ordered special food, so I knew I had time.

Your faithful till-monkey.
Me.

P.S Try to order all your food at once, plzkaythanx, the fact I had to do a further transaction with you (Cue: MORE SCRUBBING!) just really made me feel all dirty on the inside. Although it is nice to have an extra excuse to wash my hands - I'd really rather not.

P.P.S I'm not sure what illnesses you can get from things in your undercarriage area - but I sincerely hope you get them after then eating the food I served you with your dirtied up hands. Personal hygiene should not be that much of an issue. Keep your hands away from your fun zone if you cannot wash them.

this party that I have to go to for 4th of july. not a big fan of drinking or being around large groups of people.

I am well aware that I have an accent, but if you feel the need to make fun of it every time I talk to you, maybe we shouldn't talk anymore. The first time it was funny, but after the 10th time, it's annoying.

omg i pierced my ear last night and it looks amazing =D
and its not infected
even better =D

lol no one knows either

the only proof i have is
there is no proof.

A local radio station is playing 90s music all weekend. Today till Monday

and I'm going to the beach tomorrow :D

POST-CONCERT DEPRESSION. D': WHY CAN'T IT BE TUESDAY AGAIN?

shitlisting not being able to find and watch Pan's Labyrinth (with the subtitles) online. :[

also shitlisting the weather. this is the fucking sunshine state, what's with all this rain!?

OMFG

One of my favorite people in the world is on her way here and my mom bought her hamburger cookies. And we're going to buy fireworks in 4 different states and go to Sonic this weekend, neither of us have Sonics in our states.

I'm cracking up because a few months ago my friend got a tattoo of Envy on the Coast's tour manager's myspace name (hahaha, idek) and now a picture of him and the tattoo that I took are his default on myspace. I half want to shitlist how excited I am about it, because I shouldn't be at all.

First post, long time lurker.

I was just at my local grocery store and needed to go to the local bank branch that was there before doing my shopping. So I'm standing in line, waiting patiently. (It's the day before a holiday, they were understandably busy). This guy is behind me and he starts making a call on his cell phone. I don't know who he was calling but he needed to give them his social security number. Way to go. Good thing I don't have photographic memory or am evil, I could have used it to do bad things. But that's not the suck. I get called up and hand over my ID and make a bit of small chat with the teller. While I'm waiting, the guy is called up, still on his cell. The teller asks him (twice) if he has an account with them. And then twice to see his ID. I'm finishing up my transaction when she asks him for his SSN and he points to his phone! She did give him a piece of paper to write it on, but still!. If your phone call is that important, you could have made it before getting in line for the bank. Especially if it's a call where you're giving out personal information.

I just bought my ticket for a midnight showing of The Dark Knight. HELL YEAH!

Background: I'm a rock star coffee artist. My boyfriend is black, I'm white.

I nearly punched a rude male customer. D:<

Me: Hi there, what can I get for you to drink today? -smilesmile-
Customer: I'll have a (insert drink, blah blah.)
Me: Sure thing! Your total is $x.xx, I'll go over to the bar and make it for you!
(Boyfriend wanders in.)
Boyfriend: Hi sweetheart, I brought you lunch!
Customer:-whispering- Is he your significant other?
Me: Yes, he is.
Customer: But he's black.
Me: Yes, he is.
Customer: You're white.
Me: Is that so? I hadn't noticed!
Customer: Stupid N***** lover.
(My boyfriend and coworkers are stared at the customer in horror, for a moment. Manager storms out of the drive through area and glares daggers at this man, and sends me to the back of the store with my boyfriend.)

D: Sadness!

20/girl cashier/art store aka retail.

Ok, I have a lip ring, it's small and cute. And I knew getting it would get stares, giggles and questions. But, all that matters is I like it and my managers don't care. :D

The normal questions I get are "Where did you get it done?", "How do you eat with that?" and "Did it hurt?" whatever, right? Keep in mind, I am shy and I blush when I'm embarrassed.

Onto the annoyances. This guy met me before and saw my lip ring like 3 days ago, asked me those questions and etc. This was him today:

Me: *beam* :D
Him: 60 year old man. ;D

Me: Hi! [greet, etc, scan]
Him: *sees lip ring* So...
Me: *blink*
Him: .. How do you kiss with that? Hm?
Me: ... Uh.. *blush*
Him: I mean, it shouldn't get in way, right?
Me: T_T *nervous laugh*
Him: So tell me.
Me: Your total is $x.xx..*bagging items*
Him: I'm sure it doesn't bother you, right?
[lather, rinse, bath, rinse, and repeat SIX times. He wouldn't let it go!! so finally I got upset. ]
Him: So -how- do you kiss with that?
Me: *glare* Why don't you ask my boyfriend?
Him: *shuts up* Well, now.
Me: Have a good day.

And yet, another and crazy ass man. Right after that guy.

Me: help. ;-;
CM = crazy man.

Me: [greets normally]
Him: *spots lip ring* So! Tell me how you work that!
Me: I'm sorry? ^^; *thinking oh God shut up.*
Him: *leans foreward in a kissing motion*
Me: ... O_o ... *backs away* Framing is around the corner. [he had a framing ticket. ]

EW. And I mean ew. Like why do people think they have a right to DISTURB a total stranger? I mean, joking, ok, but leave me the hell alone.

No, Elmo, I don't want to know more about feet. Stop it with the close-ups on feet. You are disgusting.

recap: customer service at that behemoth swedish furniture store, we'll call it PSYCHEA. more specifically, i spend most of my time in the free daycare service that we offer, where children can play for one hour for free while their parents shop, provided that her children are a) full potty-trained [no pull-ups, no diapers], b) within the height requirements [37-54 inches tall] and are wearing socks [which is a state law].

yesterday was a bad day.




to the man later that night, thank you. your son managed to poop his pants because he was playing in the ball pit and was too busy having fun to realize that he needed to go, and we understand that. accidents happen, even if the kids are supposed to be completely potty-trained. you had no problem that he had to leave early and was very generous in thanking us for being understanding about it.

honestly, we were pretty relieved, because we like when the ball pit needs to be cleaned out and we don't have to deal with watching kids continuously break rules to play in that stupid thing.

even though two accidents in one day is pretty rare for us, they were really similar and showed the difference between a customer suck and a customer praise.

Dear Sir,

Please to not be attempting to hand me Christian pamplets while I'm attempting to hand you your drink. Yes, I understand that you may have spotted Mjolnir around my neck, and I know you prolly' have NO IDEA what it even is, and I can see how what tattoos you CAN see right now may cause you some sort of concern where there should not be any, but when I do not accept said pamplet out of my store manager telling me to never accept any sort of religious material due to some sort of bizarre policy, please do not get rude with me. When you try to THROW it at me and I calmly smile and tell you that while I appreciate what you're doing, but I would rather you saved the paper and gave it to someone else, somewhere else, please do not yell at me, loudly demand your change, and proceed to fill the tip jar at the window with your reading materials.

My store manager threw all of it out. Corporate rules. Way to waste trees, sir.

No love,

The Barista from Drive-Through.

teller monkey/IRA manager/loan officer in training/office goddess at a small credit union.

what is with the "silent transactions"?

you know, where they walk in, you say your hello spiel, and it is pretty much silent from that point on until you say "have a good day!" and they leave.

the people that walk in, don't respond when i say "hi, how are you?", hand me a deposit, stare at me while i process it, then walk out.

I R NOT ATM. PLS TO BE SPEAKING KTHX.