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So, I was standing outside the Garden Center, finishing my notes for the day, when CH comes out, asking me to help a customer. This, in itself, wasn't unusual--CH is generally incapable of handling customers on her own, with makes me question her usefullness--but I digress. The customer needed help with some fertilizer.
CH: "I don't know what the numbers on the bag mean."
Me: "And I do?"
CH: "Well, you're a man, so..."
Me: "..."
And suddenly, the entire world skipped like a broken record and I found myself in the Victorian era. >.<
You'd think if she and the other useless twit I work with (RM) had all the inside notes, while the rest of us were stuck outside, they could at least handle customer service. But no... Too much to ask.
God. Somebody save me before I curse someone out. @.@
CH: "I don't know what the numbers on the bag mean."
Me: "And I do?"
CH: "Well, you're a man, so..."
Me: "..."
And suddenly, the entire world skipped like a broken record and I found myself in the Victorian era. >.<
You'd think if she and the other useless twit I work with (RM) had all the inside notes, while the rest of us were stuck outside, they could at least handle customer service. But no... Too much to ask.
God. Somebody save me before I curse someone out. @.@