People (women, mostly) who go through the clothing area of a store, toss about every single FUCKING PIECE OF CLOTHING KNOWN TO MAN… and not buy even a single shirt.
Ungrateful bastards.
And today, in the life of Elliot, the clock at work got to 7:30 pm – dinnertime.
I work at a small Chinese restaurant, and they feed me dinner (’cause they’re awesome) so I grabbed the bowls and rushed them up to the counter, to the cook, and he filled them. I took them back around and was about to eat when a customer came in.
Eh. That’s fine. I can help one. (I don’t have a choice – I was the only cashier there today.)
When she got done deciding an eternity later, there was another behind her. And by the time I rang up that order, there was a LINE OF FIVE PEOPLE AND THERE SCREAMING TODDLERS waiting.
I got back to my (cold) beef and broccoli at 8:05.
To finish work at closing time, I have to start cleaning the bathrooms and floors at 7:50.
Guys… I know you don’t mean any harm by coming in and buying our food, but GET OUTTA MY WORKPLACE WHEN I’MMMA EATIN’ MAH DINNER.
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