I went to a store yesterday to buy a pack of smokes. I didn't have any bills and I wasn't going to the bank because I have this thing full of quarters. So, I counted out $5.00 and went to the store. Quite the mark up though, and it ended up costing $4.90 and so I handed her all the quarters.
SHE GETS ALL PUFFY about it like I'm trying to put her out. Like I walked in that store deliberately trying to make her work "harder" today and count out a measly 20 quarters. Oh, big boo fucking hoo!! She actually said something like, "Ugh, next try...try and use...ugh..." Like, she was going to say, "Next time use dollars." Well, no shit! I'd use them if I had them...but whatever. So, she finally counts them after stalling to give me Bitch Face every ten seconds. I was leaving and realized I had many coins in my hand. I should have one dime. That bitch counted out 10 pennies.
Why the hell do people go out of their way to make other people feel bad. There's enough shit going on daily to do that all by itself. It's not like I go in there every day with a stack of quarters. I'm debating whether I should visit the same store this afternoon and bring dimes for the same purchase.
I'm hoping I'll hear a few stories of similar results. Similar stories seem to help better understand something so fucked up.
Lynn
Credence in my word.
SHE GETS ALL PUFFY about it like I'm trying to put her out. Like I walked in that store deliberately trying to make her work "harder" today and count out a measly 20 quarters. Oh, big boo fucking hoo!! She actually said something like, "Ugh, next try...try and use...ugh..." Like, she was going to say, "Next time use dollars." Well, no shit! I'd use them if I had them...but whatever. So, she finally counts them after stalling to give me Bitch Face every ten seconds. I was leaving and realized I had many coins in my hand. I should have one dime. That bitch counted out 10 pennies.
Why the hell do people go out of their way to make other people feel bad. There's enough shit going on daily to do that all by itself. It's not like I go in there every day with a stack of quarters. I'm debating whether I should visit the same store this afternoon and bring dimes for the same purchase.
I'm hoping I'll hear a few stories of similar results. Similar stories seem to help better understand something so fucked up.
Lynn
Credence in my word.