Monday, July 12, 2010

And Don't Get Me Started on Their Retarded Fucking Children

I'm sick of selling animals to people who just kill them. And they don't even care. They don't give a fuck that their goldfish produce a substance that is toxic to the fish they're buying. They don't give a fuck that birds have sensitive respiratory systems and a lot of the chemicals we inhale will kill them. They don't give a fuck that guinea pigs don't have the ability to produce vitamin C, so without a constant supply they'll die. And they especially don't give a fuck that they have to pay attention to their fucking animals and keep buying more that they fucking neglect.

Then they don't want to interact with me. Like dealing with a physical person is a burden and their animals should just appear in their hands. On the other hand, they don't have any problem wasting all my time with their common sense questions and stupid ideas. Yes, those big fish with the teeth will eat those tiny fish. Yes, you can mix blue and yellow guppies. No you can't mix salt water fish with fresh water fish. Yes, I do work in the fish department, that's why I'm standing in front of the enormous fucking wall of fish.

Now I'm off to build my moon base.

2 comments :

  1. Customers are c**ts. That's all there is to it.

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  2. i just read your blog to rich after we got home from dinner-i understand your discontent. it's rare to find a reasonable customer amidst the sea of ridiculous ones. and so annoying, too, that when you care enough to give people good advice, they don't want to listen.

    i want to share a funny story with you if i may. when i worked in department store retail, the store i worked for in the 90s had a large intimate apparel department for women. one day i had a female customer approach me and ask me in a most sincere way, "can you tell me where i can find intimacy?" when she really wanted to know where she could buy bras and panties. i almost laughed out loud!

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