Fellow retail creatures.
How much does your perception change about people when you get into a job where people come up to you 24/7?
You uncharacteristically become bitter and violent.
I’m a peaceful bird, alright?
But dang, if a turd blossom be complaining I want to slap them silly.
I’m more stuck in this job than an emu trying to wear hot pants.
I couldn’t get them past my butt okay.