Why I Am Not Religious #1
One lovely Sunday morning, I was helping one customer. My manager (with the four Sunday hours they gave her) was trying to fill the deli case with something.
One other woman was on line. Just one. She was next.
Woman: Are you the only one working? I need to get to church I don’t have time to stand here.
But then again, this woman is always a cunt. On a weekday one time, I was asked by a customer to make a sandwich. As I was making it for them, two other people were helping the two customers at the counter. This cunty woman comes over to me and says:
“Are you only making sandwiches? Cause I need some cold cuts.”
Fucking get over yourself. You’re not the only person in the world and you can wait for two goddamn minutes. It’s not like you were even waiting long. You just came up to the counter and demanded instant service. Learn patience. It’s a virtue and they teach you that in church. You would know that if you didn’t go to church for appearences sake only. Fucking bitch.
I really don’t know what gives her such a sense of entitlement. I hope she’s never satisfied during sex, and I hope her fucking husband cheats on her.
