Okay I work at a bag shop where we also make signs and t-shirts as well. We are located in an outside flee market so needless to say the customers we get aren’t the brightest crayons in the box. They ask a lot of really really stupid questions like “do you sell bags?” no sir of course we don’t that giant banner that says ‘We Sell Bags’ and the whole room of bags with the prices on them that you had to walk through to get to me were there just for kicks and giggles. Another conversation that just happened this morning was when a guy came in right as we opened and wanted to buy a $2 packet of bags with a $100 bill.
Me: Oh i’m sorry sir we just opened and we don’t have enough change for a hundred dollar bill yet
Valued customer: hahaha…. why.
I stayed after work a few minutes to do some computer work and we got a phone call form a guy wanting a sign made. So even though i am off the clock i take this guys order…
Me: Okay sir, we’ll get it started first thing in the morning
Complete Jerk: Why aren’t you starting it now!?
Me: well actually sir because we closed about 10 minutes ago
Complete Jerk: Why the heck (using less colorful language) do you close now?
Me: we open early in the morning with the market
Complete Jerk: well that was pretty stupid now wasn’t it
Me: uhhhhh…. click
He’s not allowed to do business with us anymore but it’s for a lot more reasons than that.
I also despise when customers actually laugh at me when i have to check their bigger bills or when every single white male over 40 has to say “Oh that one’s good I just made it.” Do you realize how many freakin’ times a day I hear that! GAHHHHHHH
But my least favorite of all are “the creepers”
Dear old guys the next time i have to heard you guys say hey sexy or hott stuff or sugar britches i’m going to stab you.
I was having a bad self esteem day so i texted my man and asked that he would provide me with a compliment to make me feel better. He sends back the lyrics to the “thong song”…. thanks boo. He will NOT be allowed to write his own vows….
I’ve never actually had a desire to blog at all and i still pretty sure i don’t. The thing that basically changed my mind was the background i just put up. I love old maps so i just put it up there because it matches my title. The really next thought… “Well piss now i have to be a blogger”(is blogger the right term?) Anyway so here i am, LOVE ME….vänligen (that means please in swedish; a language which i am determined to learn)