Ok, so I got fired from my job today and I thought I would share the story with you.
I work at Wawa. Well, I worked at Wawa. I was a cashier and I fucking hated my job. Every morning it was uptight old faggots buying coffee and donuts and every evening it was faggoty young faggots buying Rockstar energy drinks. So today I was incredibly bored and was passing the time by trying to replay the movie "300" in my head. I was just getting to the part where Leonidas says "This is Sparta" when this faggot in a bluetooth headset and his 300lb, 6-7 year old daughter. The faggot was literally yelling into his headset in ALL FUCKING CAPS BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE SIGNAL WASN'T SO GREAT. Then his goddamn mistake started pulling out all the chips and throwing them all over the floor.
So I tried to ask the man if he would kindly tell his kid to stop being such a cunt.
"Sir, could y-" was all I could say before he put his finger in my face in a "just a second" gesture.
"Choose your next words carefully, said the Persian messenger in my head.
"YEAH WE'RE ON OUR WAY," he said while putting the hotdogs he was buying on the counter, both COVERED in every condiment we carried, "WE JUST STOPPED AT FASTMART TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT. YEAH OK. BYE." And he hung up.
He looked at me and I looked at him, his whale of a daughter back from fucking up my chip rack.
I work at Wawa. Well, I worked at Wawa. I was a cashier and I fucking hated my job. Every morning it was uptight old faggots buying coffee and donuts and every evening it was faggoty young faggots buying Rockstar energy drinks. So today I was incredibly bored and was passing the time by trying to replay the movie "300" in my head. I was just getting to the part where Leonidas says "This is Sparta" when this faggot in a bluetooth headset and his 300lb, 6-7 year old daughter. The faggot was literally yelling into his headset in ALL FUCKING CAPS BECAUSE APPARENTLY THE SIGNAL WASN'T SO GREAT. Then his goddamn mistake started pulling out all the chips and throwing them all over the floor.
So I tried to ask the man if he would kindly tell his kid to stop being such a cunt.
"Sir, could y-" was all I could say before he put his finger in my face in a "just a second" gesture.
"Choose your next words carefully, said the Persian messenger in my head.
"YEAH WE'RE ON OUR WAY," he said while putting the hotdogs he was buying on the counter, both COVERED in every condiment we carried, "WE JUST STOPPED AT FASTMART TO GET SOMETHING TO EAT. YEAH OK. BYE." And he hung up.
He looked at me and I looked at him, his whale of a daughter back from fucking up my chip rack.