Fucking Fuckity Fuck Fuck
It's the end of a long work week of exhaustion. I have the next three days off work and I am going into hiding. CVS can kiss my rosey white ass for all I care. Those fucking fuckity fuck fucks have gotten on my last nerve.
To end a perfect night, besides drinking my headache away, which doesn't help. Some asshat customer, a father with a seven year old daughter comes up to my photo counter to cash out. His child is running all over the store. He's barely talking to her to try and reign the rugrat in and calm her down. She suddenly comes to one of the entry ways into the photolab and suddenly darts inside and behind the machines towards the sink. That happens to be one of the more dangerous areas to be wandering around at. I quickly drop the scanner and chase the girl out, not screaming mind you, but speaking in a stern tone of voice, saying, "Nononononono... you can't be back here."
She goes to daddy and hides, the father finishes paying for his milk, pissed off at me. He looks at me, and says, "Yannow, she's only child. You don't have to be so rude to her."
I was livid. I was ready to jump over the counter and beat the living shit out of this guy. I bit my tongue and didn't say anything to him. The next customer, a guy behind the father, drops his cokes on the counter, looks at me and says, "I think that guy should've paid more attention to damn child." I stout-heartily agreed with him.
To end a perfect night, besides drinking my headache away, which doesn't help. Some asshat customer, a father with a seven year old daughter comes up to my photo counter to cash out. His child is running all over the store. He's barely talking to her to try and reign the rugrat in and calm her down. She suddenly comes to one of the entry ways into the photolab and suddenly darts inside and behind the machines towards the sink. That happens to be one of the more dangerous areas to be wandering around at. I quickly drop the scanner and chase the girl out, not screaming mind you, but speaking in a stern tone of voice, saying, "Nononononono... you can't be back here."
She goes to daddy and hides, the father finishes paying for his milk, pissed off at me. He looks at me, and says, "Yannow, she's only child. You don't have to be so rude to her."
I was livid. I was ready to jump over the counter and beat the living shit out of this guy. I bit my tongue and didn't say anything to him. The next customer, a guy behind the father, drops his cokes on the counter, looks at me and says, "I think that guy should've paid more attention to damn child." I stout-heartily agreed with him.