FellowBlue
New Member
- Joined
- 30 Mar 2009
- Messages
- 3
It's still money you ****. No one's making you sit there for an hour and count it. It's not some snide little trick so i can get away with paying 40p less than the price asked. So fucking what if i've just gave you £15's worth of 1's, 2's and 5p's. Since when did change become anything other than legal tender?
What? Like you've got anything better to do, sat there all day looking like a fucking idiot behind your counter. Looking down at me for giving you change? You're the one who's working in a fucking supermarket you ****! And you can fuck off keep asking me for a bag you mindless little drone; course i want a bag, i'm not gonna put 5 bags worth of shopping up my arse am i?
Then there's the tutters stood behind you in the big que that's rapidly accumulating all whispering to each other and sharing looks of disgust and dissaproval like i've picked each individual 5p from my forskin and handed it over to the little dweeb who's upset that he has to actually do some proper fucking work and count my change. Fuck off! It's fucking money int it. There's no sign, or law saying only notes allowed. You don't have to que behind me, i don't actually have to be here...don't fucking want to either. If you're gonna be upset with anyone be upset with the testicle that's counting my fucking change!
I asked you if it was ok to leave you with my change, you wanted to be anal about it and sit and count every last fucking penny, don't fucking then look at me all upset and pissed off then when you had every chance to just bang it in the till and let me fuck off in peace you pathetic excuse for a human being.
They love it when you're 12p under too. Fucking love it! It's the smuggest they've ever been in their sad little excuses for a life. Spotty little greasy haird cunts. They not so smug when you sit there looking through your shopping for an item you're gonna put back, wasting even more time, though. Or when you threaten to shove a bag of potatoes up there arse if they let out a deep sigh of dissaproval one more time.
What? Like you've got anything better to do, sat there all day looking like a fucking idiot behind your counter. Looking down at me for giving you change? You're the one who's working in a fucking supermarket you ****! And you can fuck off keep asking me for a bag you mindless little drone; course i want a bag, i'm not gonna put 5 bags worth of shopping up my arse am i?
Then there's the tutters stood behind you in the big que that's rapidly accumulating all whispering to each other and sharing looks of disgust and dissaproval like i've picked each individual 5p from my forskin and handed it over to the little dweeb who's upset that he has to actually do some proper fucking work and count my change. Fuck off! It's fucking money int it. There's no sign, or law saying only notes allowed. You don't have to que behind me, i don't actually have to be here...don't fucking want to either. If you're gonna be upset with anyone be upset with the testicle that's counting my fucking change!
I asked you if it was ok to leave you with my change, you wanted to be anal about it and sit and count every last fucking penny, don't fucking then look at me all upset and pissed off then when you had every chance to just bang it in the till and let me fuck off in peace you pathetic excuse for a human being.
They love it when you're 12p under too. Fucking love it! It's the smuggest they've ever been in their sad little excuses for a life. Spotty little greasy haird cunts. They not so smug when you sit there looking through your shopping for an item you're gonna put back, wasting even more time, though. Or when you threaten to shove a bag of potatoes up there arse if they let out a deep sigh of dissaproval one more time.