Ain't it nice when reality hits you in the face?
Today I had what started off as a lovely day. The boss was impressed by my contribution at the meeting, I spent time with an old friend, and I finally found the perfect dress for the company event.
Got home and had a message from my credit card's anti-fraud department. It seems that the cunt who rang up my purchase called the purchase in for "suspected fraud". I couldn't believe it! The dress was only a few hundred bucks, why the hell would she think it wasn't my fucking platinum card? Oh I forgot, the girl may have gotten out the ghetto, but the stereotype that she's a low life will always live on.
Got home and had a message from my credit card's anti-fraud department. It seems that the cunt who rang up my purchase called the purchase in for "suspected fraud". I couldn't believe it! The dress was only a few hundred bucks, why the hell would she think it wasn't my fucking platinum card? Oh I forgot, the girl may have gotten out the ghetto, but the stereotype that she's a low life will always live on.