I know it's been said that we in the retail field pry too much when you're in line. You think we're fake and annoying, do you? Well, let me tell you, I've been in this field for over 15 years and I just want to punch every single one of you in the fat fucking faces. I could give a shit about what you did over the weekend or what you're having for dinner. Every word you say is like nails on a chalkboard, but I have to smile anyway, for I am ordered and paid to do so. All of you make me lose faith in humanity. Just know that the next time you see us smiling and asking about your day, we're all secretly hoping the you burn in hell.
Dear Customer, I Hate You.
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