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Don't be a whiny little b***h. (Mature language inside.) |
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Okay, so, I work at a gamestop. We all know that. Anyways, there's this one fat kid who comes in at least twice a week and buys like a million games. Good business, right? Wrong.
Besides that all his shirts show so much of his armpits it's disgusting, he harasses the other customers. And I mean like HARASS. One lady asked me a question, and walked up to her like "It's the same thing, you stupid b***h!" For starters, you're ten. Calling random people you don't even know 'bitches' won't get you any respect. All it does is make the customer pissed and the person behind the counter gain the compulsive urge to smash your nutsack in.
I gave him my patented 'you're going to ******** DIE if you open your slimy little mouth' death-glare, but the next time he came into the store, he was just as rude to another customer. I was helping this guy pick out games to reserve, and he's waiting on line. There's another register open he could have walked three feet to get to, but he insisted on pissing off the dude who I was waiting on. "My feet hurt!" "Why you gotta take so damn long?" "It's cold in here." "I'm only buying one game! Can't I go first?" No. SHUT THE ******** UP and wait in line like all the good little kiddies. Or! Just walk over to the other register and let Meg help you, though she'll probably smack you across the face with the 2-inch Warcraft Dungeons binder if you whine to her too.
Besides, I sat out in the cold in NOVEMBER for a MIDNIGHT launch of Zelda. I think you can stand a slightly chilly store. Suck it up and deal.
Oh, so this gets even better. He wants his dad to buy him GTA. Now, everyone knows that GTA is M for a reason, and almost got the forbidden AO rating. It's pretty much ONLY suitable for people 17 and up, MAYBE 15 or 16 if they're mature enough. So his dad says no, but then he follows his dad around the store being a whiny little b***h, then he starts talking down to his own father. And the guy was just taking it! Like WHAT THE ********. Discipline your kid. Everyone on this planet hates his fat little a**. So John, the assistant manager, finally stops him by telling him to respect his parents, and the kid starts arguing with him. GOD. What is this world coming to?
You think that's bad? He brought up a PS2 game case for a Crash game, right? It clearly says across the top AND on the side, PLAYSTATION 2. IN BIG WHITE LETTERS. I go and get the game for him, then he looks at the disc and says "I want it for gamecube, I don't have a ps2 you dumb b***h!" Okay. First of all. You do NOT insult me for doing my job. Second, if you want a gamecube game, haul your ******** fat a** over to the gamecube section and GET the case for the gamecube version of the game! I'm here to help you buy the game, not wait on you hand and foot and support child obesity.
I can't believe how spoiled kids are. It's disgusting. Parents really need to draw the line. I don't care how much they love their little bundle of ********, they need to discipline them. They shouldn't let their kid walk all over them, treating them and others like s**t.
That, and lay off the twinkies. Even if you have the slowest metabolism on the planet, you really have to TRY to make yourself fat enough that you've never seen your toes! I don't know if you were raised on nothing but fast food or what, but maybe I could interest you in this lovely thing called a SALAD.
Okay, I'm done ranting now. UGH.
 murdererdelacroix · Wed Nov 21, 2007 @ 04:27pm · 3 Comments |
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