Customers...

How is it that on a day where all of my customers are a refreshing joy and delight from their usual obnoxious ignorant selves, I can get the one husband and wife duo who have obviously switched there anti-cunt pills with retard medicine? I mean sweet Jesus!!! If this person actually benefits society in anyway will someone let me know?

The worst part is they had kids... Little junior asshole versions of Ma and Pa, who insisted on pulling at the cords under my desk. If you don't keep your dog on a leash, keep him out of the park. Same goes for my work and your dysfunctional little re-re children.

But what really gets me is that in the end I'm expected to smile and shake this nice man's hand when he truly deserves a swift kidney punch. Also... How can a woman not be aware of that much hair on her upper lip? Like c'mon!!! If you woke up tomorrow with half a mustache wouldn't you notice? Fuck...

In closing I would like to ask... nay BEG this family to please leave this great city in which I live and drive your nice shiny new pickup truck back to the fucking ozarkes. Sweet fucking Christ I will help pay for the gas.

- R