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So, I am alive.

Between work, my birthday and thw World cup, I hardly looked at the computer all week. If you had expected my updates I promised a week ago, SUCKERS!!! I never keep a Diaryland promise.

Well, I promised Dumb as Fuck customers so here they are:

1. The mother who dropped and lost the ball off a captive bead ring and claimed it was defective. Can't these fucker bring their body jewelery home before popping it into a hole? Is the food court the best place for changing jewelery? And how many times do I need to explain how a captive bead works? It's a very simple concept.

2. "These rings are the wrong size. I need to exchange them." Um, first? If you open the package, not returnable! Says so on the receipt, on the care sheet, and I FUCKING TOLD YOU TWO HOURS AGO! Ok, second? If the first 18 gauge ring didn't fit, WHY OPEN THE SECOND PACKAGE? And no, you can not "just get a credit". And the fucking mall closed two minutes ago. Asshead.

3. The Navy guy who bitched that we sold "metal" because "metal" wasn't about corporate stores. Er, What? Since when did "METAAAAAAL!!" have a DIY ethic? Oh, since all the major labels dropped it and all the has-beens flocked to MetalBlade Records? Don't kid yourself, Maiden was always getting paid by the Man. Oh, and can you accually berate me for working for a small corporation (in which I own some nice stock) when you're in the fucking NAVY? The US military is the biggest business there is, Squidward, so go back to your rack and knit yourself a Celtic Frost Tshirt.

4. The woman who spent a hundred bucks on her kid, then told me she didn't approve of my store. "No wonder my kids are Satanists!" Huh, What!? If your kids are accually Satanists and not just wearing black pants, it is not MY fault. It's you who buys them shit you don't like and they don't need. If there fucked up, it's probably your drinking and their dad's buggery that's the culprit, not my store.

5. The "Is this the final price" lady. She'll try to talk me down on the price of every thing I sell, like I'm selling pottery at a Morrocan bazaar. "Seventeen dollars for a Tshirt? You are a thief! I'll give you ten!" "Ten dollars! You would have my children starve? Ten dollars? Why not slap the crusts of bread from their little mouths yourself, wicked woman?! You insult me and my ancestors. Be gone!"


Five Dumb-as-Fuck Customers
2002-06-10 \| 8:44 a.m.
So, I am alive. Between work, my birthday and thw World cup, I hardly looked at the computer all week. If you had expected my updates I promised a week ago, SUCKERS!!! I never keep a Diaryland promise. Well, I promised Dumb as Fuck customers so here they are: 1. The mother who dropped and lost the ball off a captive bead ring and claimed it was defective. Can't these fucker bring their body jewelery home before popping it into a hole? Is the food court the best place for changing jewelery? And how many times do I need to explain how a captive bead works? It's a very simple concept. 2. "These rings are the wrong size. I need to exchange them." Um, first? If you open the package, not returnable! Says so on the receipt, on the care sheet, and I FUCKING TOLD YOU TWO HOURS AGO! Ok, second? If the first 18 gauge ring didn't fit, WHY OPEN THE SECOND PACKAGE? And no, you can not "just get a credit". And the fucking mall closed two minutes ago. Asshead. 3. The Navy guy who bitched that we sold "metal" because "metal" wasn't about corporate stores. Er, What? Since when did "METAAAAAAL!!" have a DIY ethic? Oh, since all the major labels dropped it and all the has-beens flocked to MetalBlade Records? Don't kid yourself, Maiden was always getting paid by the Man. Oh, and can you accually berate me for working for a small corporation (in which I own some nice stock) when you're in the fucking NAVY? The US military is the biggest business there is, Squidward, so go back to your rack and knit yourself a Celtic Frost Tshirt. 4. The woman who spent a hundred bucks on her kid, then told me she didn't approve of my store. "No wonder my kids are Satanists!" Huh, What!? If your kids are accually Satanists and not just wearing black pants, it is not MY fault. It's you who buys them shit you don't like and they don't need. If there fucked up, it's probably your drinking and their dad's buggery that's the culprit, not my store. 5. The "Is this the final price" lady. She'll try to talk me down on the price of every thing I sell, like I'm selling pottery at a Morrocan bazaar. "Seventeen dollars for a Tshirt? You are a thief! I'll give you ten!" "Ten dollars! You would have my children starve? Ten dollars? Why not slap the crusts of bread from their little mouths yourself, wicked woman?! You insult me and my ancestors. Be gone!" PREVIOUS \| NEXT Damn it! - 2004-10-12 Strider Pineo - 2003-07-04 An open appology to the Dickless Fuck Midget - 2003-05-16 Googled Again - 2003-04-04 - - 2003-03-30 What's that fucking kitten doing now? - What is that crazy old bitch next door cooking? - How do I feel? How do you THINK I feel? I feel -		N Older Shit N Guestbook N Profile N Diaryland N Interview Me! N Links N Rings N Vote For Me!