FWIENDS FOWEVEW
Fat Bitch customer of the week:
Female (I think). 60-70 years old. Very obese. white hair mullet. Over abundance of nasty perfume on her body. Heavy distracting lisp.
Came in with a signed Kentucky Derby poster signed by millionaire horse owner owner who she claimed was her "fwiend".
She wanted a pewter color frame for the poster. Not having anything that color, I pick out a grey frame instead. She nearly threw the frame at me and yelled "THAT'S GWEY!" and then lectured me about how nobody ever wistens to her when she talks.
My supervisor was around the corner, so I kept my cool and continued to help her. We looked at several frames and she finally picked something that looked nothing like pewter whatsoever. She then started bragging for no reason about another local framing store she went to in Louisville that always gave her 20% off. I told her about our 50% frame sale and she got angry and said we probably jacked up the priced of everything just before the sale started. Condescendingly, she asked me if I framed very often. I said "yes." She replied that she is an expert at framing. She has had 8(!) pictures framed for her before. I was totally overwhelmed with awe, because, like, that in no way compares to the 40 or some framing jobs I've put together MYSELF since worked at Michael's.
I gave her a price estimate. She yelled and screamed and said that $133 was a ridiculous price for a poster as small as the one she had. Her fwiend's signed poster was 19 x 25 inches. That's an oversized poster size.
Anyway, she demanded to speak to someone else who would give her a better price. I walked in the back room and politely asked my supervisor to help the fat bitch because she didn't seem to want my help anymore. She bitched at him too for a few minutes about how its a ripoff that we're not offering 50% off the entire order. Irony -- our 70% off sale was last week.
Goddammit. She was so fat and ugly.
Female (I think). 60-70 years old. Very obese. white hair mullet. Over abundance of nasty perfume on her body. Heavy distracting lisp.
Came in with a signed Kentucky Derby poster signed by millionaire horse owner owner who she claimed was her "fwiend".
She wanted a pewter color frame for the poster. Not having anything that color, I pick out a grey frame instead. She nearly threw the frame at me and yelled "THAT'S GWEY!" and then lectured me about how nobody ever wistens to her when she talks.
My supervisor was around the corner, so I kept my cool and continued to help her. We looked at several frames and she finally picked something that looked nothing like pewter whatsoever. She then started bragging for no reason about another local framing store she went to in Louisville that always gave her 20% off. I told her about our 50% frame sale and she got angry and said we probably jacked up the priced of everything just before the sale started. Condescendingly, she asked me if I framed very often. I said "yes." She replied that she is an expert at framing. She has had 8(!) pictures framed for her before. I was totally overwhelmed with awe, because, like, that in no way compares to the 40 or some framing jobs I've put together MYSELF since worked at Michael's.
I gave her a price estimate. She yelled and screamed and said that $133 was a ridiculous price for a poster as small as the one she had. Her fwiend's signed poster was 19 x 25 inches. That's an oversized poster size.
Anyway, she demanded to speak to someone else who would give her a better price. I walked in the back room and politely asked my supervisor to help the fat bitch because she didn't seem to want my help anymore. She bitched at him too for a few minutes about how its a ripoff that we're not offering 50% off the entire order. Irony -- our 70% off sale was last week.
Goddammit. She was so fat and ugly.