I am standing in line at the grocery store like I had previously mentioned and the person in front of me turned around, like most of us do, to see who got into line behind them. He looked at me and then at the logo on my jacket and back at me.
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"So, you work for ________?"
(No shit for brains, I just wear the jacket because it's stylish) "Yes I do."
"Huh....I went there a few months ago and got a price from you guys."
(Well whoopty-fucking-doo) "Oh, cool, thanks for shopping with us."
"The place down the road beat you guys by $20, HA, how's that make you feel?"
(Really assclown? You're going to assault me about the company I work for because you're a fucktard?) "Ah, sorry about that, but did you know that if you had brought your quote from them we would have beat their price by 5%?"
"Oh, well, I didn't want to run around all day."
(Well that's your problem fuck face, you dildo munching wombat.) "Well keep that in mind for next time, you're up in line by the way." (Seeing you have been trying to feel better about yourself by trying to tear me down to your level the whole time we've been in line.)
Then there is the letter B. Same scenario...
"Do you work for _______?"
(Sigh, can I punch you in the ovaries?) "Yes I do."
"Oh cool, I need to purchase some things from you, what is the price of ____ for my car?"
(Gee, let me run over to the local store and get that price for you) "Um, what size do you need?"
"It's for a 1999 Ford Escort, I think they are...."
"Ma'am in all honesty, the best thing to do is go into your local store and the sales people there can give you exact pricing. (I don't have my sales book on me while I am getting milk, diapers and hemorrhoid cream at Shaw's.)
That person was just stupid.
Think about it...wait first, if you have ever done that to someone and it wasn't at their place of employment, I want you to walk out your front door, lie down in the middle of the road and wait for the next semi truck to run you over, you inconsiderate assloaf. Sorry, so where was I...oh yeah, think about it for a minute, you're walking down the RIGHT side of the mall and you run into the following:
|A Stand Up Comic (THE Best By The Way)|
"Hey, can you make me laugh? I need to laugh right now." Probably not, ask for his autograph, sure, but he's not on stage so why would you expect him to do his routine for you?
|A Soldier - Thank You!|
|A Server - DON'T Piss Them Off|
(This one's for you Heather) - "Oh excuse me miss? I know the restaurant you work at isn't even remotely close to here, but could you tell me the early bird specials?" Maybe she hasn't even been to work yet so she doesn't know Tuesday's specials or even worse, maybe she just got off her shift and the customers were rude, obnoxious and lousy tippers. The last thing she wants to do is to recall her shitty work night.
|A Clown - Feel Free To Kick Him In The GoNads|
Well, yes you have permission to piss of a clown, those creepy, cotton ball squishing, grease paint wearing, bowling pin juggling, little car driving freaks. Piss them off all you want.
My point is this, would you want to be bugged by some stranger about work on your day off or while you were rushing through Target getting cold medicine for the three sick Minions in the house, it's the last thing you would want, so don't do it to someone who happens to have to wear a uniform for work.