I was serving a young lady the other day at work. Way too much makeup on her pretty face and an attitude that sucks more than a hoover. Let’s just say she wasn’t pleasant and got the service to go with her attitude. Which is basic minimum help.

When I reviewed her application with her so she could answer the questions she hadn’t, she, and her other slutty friend, started making fun of my accent. Now, I don’t hear an accent when I speak but enough people tell me I do to know I have one. It’s fine, I’d find it charming if I was on the other side of the window. But these two bitches just started rolling their R’s pronouncing their TH sounds like a Z the way a Parisian would sound in a movie. And they both thought it was pretty funny.

There isn’t much I can do about it, I can’t slap them silly and bring them back to reality the way it would be in my perfect world but I like to be included in the joke and not be a part of it…

Me: “That’s very cute what you’re doing, making fun of someone more educated than you. Just how many languages do you speak”
Her: “Huh…”
Me: “That’s what I thought.”

That same day, a lady was at the office with her two teenage sons. When I say teenage, I mean almost adult, one was probably 17 or 18, as tall as I am, the other just a tad yonger. While she was being served, they were sitting in the front row punching each other one after the other, harder every turn and making that “ouch” sound as they were rubbing the part of the arm that would most likely bruise up. When that game was over, they started slapping each others legs, a big slap here and a bigger slap there accompanied by more sounds of hurtfulness… Then they interlocked their fingers and started this game of twisting the wrists until one was on his knees begging the other one to stop. The mother was absolutely not hearing or seeing any of it. So I had to say very loudly: “CHILDREN. SIT DOWN” and I accompanied that with my famous raised-highbrow face, to which they both stopped and sat down with their backs up straight like you would if you were scolded in a classroom by your teacher. I was hoping the mother would thank me for doing her job but she never did say anything…

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