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There are some things that confirm my hatred or rather disgust for humanity.
So yesterday we launched the shamrock sale of MDA, you know raise a dollar or 5 to help fight muscular dystrophy, money raised that will send these kids to camp.
One part of the stupid people that made me laugh was when you ask them if they would like to donate a dollar, they say no but then leave you a dollar tip so you're like, well, you just bought one, anyway. So we had like 7 dollars in tips like that and we were going to buy one of the gold shamrocks and put it by the posters MDA sent (all the pictures on them were from camp and I started laughing)
It's about 4 o'clock, I've got one hour left in my shift, and this creepy old guy comes in. I hate it when he comes in because he acts like a child molestor and is just really gross and dirty looking. He drives a really big, old, white van. He gets his food and he's at the register paying for it, and I hear the change cup kind of rattling so I thought that he was getting some change to make his change even, but no he stole all seven dollars. All seven. But out of "the kindness" of his black ugly heart, he bought a shamrock to help "those" kids. Bastard.
Moral of the story, this is why I hate people.
So yesterday we launched the shamrock sale of MDA, you know raise a dollar or 5 to help fight muscular dystrophy, money raised that will send these kids to camp.
One part of the stupid people that made me laugh was when you ask them if they would like to donate a dollar, they say no but then leave you a dollar tip so you're like, well, you just bought one, anyway. So we had like 7 dollars in tips like that and we were going to buy one of the gold shamrocks and put it by the posters MDA sent (all the pictures on them were from camp and I started laughing)
It's about 4 o'clock, I've got one hour left in my shift, and this creepy old guy comes in. I hate it when he comes in because he acts like a child molestor and is just really gross and dirty looking. He drives a really big, old, white van. He gets his food and he's at the register paying for it, and I hear the change cup kind of rattling so I thought that he was getting some change to make his change even, but no he stole all seven dollars. All seven. But out of "the kindness" of his black ugly heart, he bought a shamrock to help "those" kids. Bastard.
Moral of the story, this is why I hate people.