To all the crazies that just had to come into the store today:
I realize that craziness and grumpiness and plain out meanness is not something you can always stop yourself from being/doing.
But you can do the rest of the world a favor.
STAY HOME.
Thank you,
--your frustrated cashier
To the woman from a restaurant who keeps leaving me voice mails:
I am not the person you think you are calling. I realize that I do not have my name in my voice mail greeting. But wouldn't you have figured it out by now that you have the wrong number when I don't come in to pick up a shift?
And could I come in and pick up a shift or two even though I have absolutely no waitressing experience? I could really use the cash.
Confused but curious,
--not the waitress that you're desperately trying to reach
Medic Mike:
Dude. If you want me to visit you over Spring Break, I need to know if it's okay. Like, uh, NOW. Because some of us have to beg for time off.
Get your ass in gear,
--dreaming of a road trip
Mail-order pharmacy:
Why in the world do you cover Viagra but not the pill? Why do I have to be taking the pill for noncontreceptive reasons for you nitwits to cover it? Isn't it cheaper to pay for my pills than it is to pay for a baby?
It was so much easier to go to Planned Parenthood.
Disgruntled,
--on the pill (for noncontraceptive reasons)