I HAVE A HEADACHE...

... and incompetence from my customers is NOT the right medication.

Why is it so hard for one to do a load of laundry? Let alone work a change machine or say the word BOTTLE?

I'm cranky. I had a long day. I want to cry because of the headache and having an employees kid talk non-stop because of a sugar rush is NOT cool. For one, I would NEVER give my child sugar sticks at 10 AM... actually, I would never give my child sugar PERIOD unless its a "special" occasion. Want your kid to shut up? Then don't provide him/her something that would make them hyper. Hell, even the mother asked him to stop... *breathes* Its okies, just an hour and a half until closing...


So remember the lady that decided to burn my dryer due to her lack of common sense? Well, apparently she still lacks it. Lets do the math here folks, we have been open for almost ten years and this lady has been coming to us for the past 7 years. The location of the key to the bathroom has been the SAME for the past couple of years if not all. Why ask where the bathroom key is when you are standing in front of me and pointing at it!? Excuse me ma'am, may I have your permission to point at you and ask where the moron is located? If your answer is no, I will nod and respect your answer but I will NOT stop pointing. As a matter of fact, I'll even throw in the "I'm not touching" you game that my siblings used towards me. Bitch, burn my dryer again and ask me something stupid and I swear this unhappy blogger will... well... I will not say anything because then it would be evidence. Yes, I am angry today because my brain cells decided to knock on my head and slowly die due to incompetence and disgusting weather. Well okies, not angry but cranky. At least she didn't ask me how her boobs looked today so there is something to be pleased about.

However, I am not pleased about people I don't know touching me. Especially if they are male and married. I have known this customer for a while because his wife and I went to the same high school but this guy, he is OVER PROTECTIVE to the point where he will not allow her to work, go out, or even fix herself to look good. Asshat much? I submit yes. So this guy hands me a twenty for change and I give back the change and he tries to hold my hand. I give him the evil eye and walk away. An hour and a half later, I was in the back packaging the table skirts happily with a frown on my face (its possible, trust me... ) and he comes and puts his hands all over my shoulders asking for a plastic bag. That's when I turned around and said "excuse me! You asked for a bag did you not? You ask with your mouth, NOT with your hands." He turned red and went on his merry way. Don't fuck with me... especially when I have a headache... and that is rare. I should put a sign "touch the employees and you will be gutted like a dead fish". Would I get in trouble for that? Better not and if I do, there is great justification. Actually, I could just see people in attire that is white from head to toe, knocking on my door, and asking for me.

I never understood why its so hard to answer "box or bottle?"... Actually, I am giving you the answer. YOU just have to CHOOSE one of the two unless you want both. A fresh example from today:

Cust: Can I have a tide please?
LLG: Which one? Box or bottle?
Cust: The $6.50 one.
LLG: The bottle it is.

We could have saved 6 seconds there and you would have also walked away without me staring at you and wondering "why me? Why is it so hard to say box or bottle?!"... I think I dreamed of this once... Oh and by winking your eye at me, it doesn't make you seem smart or hot. As a matter of fact, I shake my head at you.

Then we have the lady that is obsessed with the word "small"... here we go:

Cust: Can I have a small bottle of bleach?
LLG: Sure but just to let you know, there is only one size so need for the small.
Cust: Okies, can I also have a small box of softer?
(here we go again with the box or bottle thing, only this time... its size)
LLG: Yes ma'am but just so you know, there is only one size for the boxes, there is no small.
Cust: Okay.
-5 mins later-
Cust: Can I have a small bag?
(this is where I'm thinking, does she tell her significant other "I want your SMALL friend now")
LLG: Sure, give me a minute to get you one.

I finally give it to her and she thanks me. I think she was waiting for me to lecture her on her obsessiveness on the word "small".

-SIGH-

Why me again?

-LLG