Midday update: ANGRY!

I just sent this to Amanda, and because it was so eloquently written, I just decided to post it in it's entirety here:

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I totally just got my ass handed to me by this psycho woman.

She comes in all the time reeking of cigarettes and she always ALWAYS is carrying a 2 liter bottle of coke. She is like, 55, and apparently is a graphic design major (which is laughable, as she clearly has no style at all... she sports the open, button down chambray shirt over a screened tshirt of some kind [generally with either a patriotic theme or, better yet, a kitten and a ball of yarn] and ill fitting mom-jeans and [wait for it] Mickey Mouse baseball cap over insane, scraggly hair and GIANT glasses).

I am always very polite to her when she comes in and I happen to be up at the front. I am almost never behind the register as I have too much shit to do, but from time to time, I am there as she comes in with her coke in hand, looking to buy candy.

So, as I was running hella late today, I threw on my nice dark jeans from the Gap and a black fitted turtleneck, threw on my red kicks, put my hair in a ponytail and ran out the door.

I was just coming back from the bathroom and going back into the store when she was walking in. I said "Hello!" very sunnily and smiled as I opened the door and as she walked past, she said:

"It's nice to see you covered up for a change."

OH HELL NO YOU DID NOT JUST GO THERE.

I laughed like "ahahahahahah." because at first, I thought she meant she was glad to see me bundled up as it was cold out, right? But then I was like, HEY WAIT A SECOND. FUCK YOU.

I am especially irritated because I make it a POINT to keep the ladies demure. I work at a fucking catholic school with NUNS. I don't bear all... there aren't even guys here to impress even if I WANTED to.

I think she is going to be shanked the next time she comes in. Prepare to feel my wrath.


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FIN.