we've lost three girls in three weeks from the graveyard shift. It was all over stupid shit, as usual.
I feel the urge to insert something witty right here but its just not coming.
oh look, here it is:
(wednesday night)
customer: "How are you doing tonight?"
me: "Oh just excellent."
customer: "are you really?"
me: "no, but I'm gonna treat that as a rhetorical question cause its easier that way."
customer: "So where are you from?"
me: "Austin, Texas."
customer: "really?"
me: "No honey, I'm lying to you."
people never cease to keep me entertained & amused....at work, in life........I just wish I could sometimes stop sizing up my customers.
must paint.
I feel the urge to insert something witty right here but its just not coming.
oh look, here it is:
(wednesday night)
customer: "How are you doing tonight?"
me: "Oh just excellent."
customer: "are you really?"
me: "no, but I'm gonna treat that as a rhetorical question cause its easier that way."
customer: "So where are you from?"
me: "Austin, Texas."
customer: "really?"
me: "No honey, I'm lying to you."
people never cease to keep me entertained & amused....at work, in life........I just wish I could sometimes stop sizing up my customers.
must paint.
That is pretty funny. What do you do?
When I lived in a big city, it was great to be able to go grocery shopping at three in the morning. So few people. Very relaxing.
You call customers 'honey'?
Do we get to see pictures of what you're painting?