Saturday, January 31, 2004
Adventures in customer service vol. 1200987
2 teenage young ladies are pawing through the buttons talking about love for Bowie, OK Go and Soft Cell.
I have to write them tickets for the $1 stickers and buttons they're buying.
I say:
"Thanks alot, come again."
I'm thinking:
"Fucking hell! You two really smell like hamburgers. Not like the nice outdoorsy cook-out kind, but the greasy spoon 3-seater kind with the guy in the corner smoking cigarettes and the fry-cook having a really stained apron kind."
2 teenage young ladies are pawing through the buttons talking about love for Bowie, OK Go and Soft Cell.
I have to write them tickets for the $1 stickers and buttons they're buying.
I say:
"Thanks alot, come again."
I'm thinking:
"Fucking hell! You two really smell like hamburgers. Not like the nice outdoorsy cook-out kind, but the greasy spoon 3-seater kind with the guy in the corner smoking cigarettes and the fry-cook having a really stained apron kind."
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