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dalekpatronus) wrote2008-12-22 10:30 pm
dalekpatronus) wrote2008-12-22 10:30 pm
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Gonna Move, Gonna Fuck Up Your Ego.
Exhausted again, though I would have so say pleasantly so. The day didn't turn out half bad.
Mom had to take dad to the doctor when I first got over there, so I just watched part of a movie before I had to go pick up my nephew from my brother's house. Ended up back at mom's to finish up my movie before Chris and I were dragged to Hastings to find movies to rent for Christmas day. Things went well up until the end of the trip, when the guy that was checking us out spent the entire transaction talking to a stupid cunt at the end of the register.
Yes, stupid cunt. They spent the entire five minute transaction talking to one another about sports and the only thing that was said in the direction of the actual customers was the total. Now, I'm aware that I'm no expert on this sort of thing, but generally you address your customer throughout the transaction. At least that was always the way I was taught. Anyway, the woman left and we went out the door shortly after. She and two other ladies were standing out in the parking lot talking, fine whatever. My mom and I both have a bad habit of saying thing loud enough for other people to hear, and this was one of those cases. We walked past them, my mom talking to Chris and I about how inappropriate she thought the behaviour of the clerk was. She wasn't addressing the woman, not in the least bit. Stupid whore pauses in her conversation with the other two ladies and takes a step to follow us. It wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't kept trying to come closer while she was asking what my mom said. Finally on her third questioning I turn around and tell her exactly what was said, then she started getting snotty with me and demanding that my mother go back and say it to her face.
So she did, repeating the exact same thing that I had just told her. So in the most sarcastic voice she can muster she apologizes and my mom just shrugs and turns away, making a comment that if she didn't really mean it there wasn't much of a point to saying sorry. I was turning to walk back to the van when the woman said something about us being stupid bitches, my mom being the smart ass she is turned around again and told whoreface to have a Merry Christmas. I paused, glanced over my shoulder to look at her just in time for her to yell at my mom that she didn't celebrate Christmas. That was also when she yelled "FUCK YOU!"
So I wheeled around, a stack of eleven movies still in my arms, and yelled back. Something along the lines of "No, fuck you." At this point, the woman takes a step toward me and HURLS DOWN HER COFFEE CUP IN A FIT OF FURY!!!!!! All I remember thinking was how stupid she was being, because not only did she waste the coffee but she had it all over the bottom of her pants and on her boot. I'm just standing there staring at her as she comes up at me, making gestures that were reminiscent of an angry, retarded monkey. Now she's yelling at me and pretty much telling me that she wants to throw down.
"YOU WANNA GO?! YOU WANNA GO?!!!!!!"
So I just stood there, leaning in some and staring at her. I was just waiting for her to hit me, in fact I was hoping that she would hit me. She kept coming toward me while I just stood there and finally I just smirked and told her to go ahead. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I didn't move or the fact that I told her I was going to love calling the cops on her ass that got her to back off, but she did. So the adventure ended with her stalking off and calling us bitches again and me calling her a stupid cunt. :| Then she made it a point to walk past us when we were pulling out of the parking lot and flip me off, to which she got the mature response of me sticking my tongue out and flipping her the finger right back. I was ridiculously aggressive and hyped up for the rest of the day, but at least it was something to write about. My mom called the manager of the store to let him know what had happened and apparently we had an unknown witness, so I got amusement and my mom was informed that she has a gift card waiting for her at the store. TREASURE AND ADVENTURE!!!
Ended up back at my mom's after that and then there was a glorious trip to the grocery store. I can't really remember much after that, other than the fact that we went to Sally's and I got more hair-dye. FRESHLY DYED HAIR IS SO AMAZING AND MAKES ME HAPPY! /o/ There was talk of actually going to get haircuts tomorrow, so I'm really hoping that goes the way I want it to. Then I'll have freshly dyed and cut hair. I need to deposit my check in the morning before I go too, seeing as I owe my mom some for the help I got with gifts. Plus there's a few more people I might want to get something for, it's just a matter of when I might see them. I suppose a late gift is better than nothing at all though, in the end it's really more the thought that counts. At least that's the way I feel about it. But for now I'm going to finish up laundry and then wander off to bed. We'll see if I can actually get through the whole night without waking up four or five times. I had one day last week where I was able to pull it off, but lately it's been getting really bad again.
Mom had to take dad to the doctor when I first got over there, so I just watched part of a movie before I had to go pick up my nephew from my brother's house. Ended up back at mom's to finish up my movie before Chris and I were dragged to Hastings to find movies to rent for Christmas day. Things went well up until the end of the trip, when the guy that was checking us out spent the entire transaction talking to a stupid cunt at the end of the register.
Yes, stupid cunt. They spent the entire five minute transaction talking to one another about sports and the only thing that was said in the direction of the actual customers was the total. Now, I'm aware that I'm no expert on this sort of thing, but generally you address your customer throughout the transaction. At least that was always the way I was taught. Anyway, the woman left and we went out the door shortly after. She and two other ladies were standing out in the parking lot talking, fine whatever. My mom and I both have a bad habit of saying thing loud enough for other people to hear, and this was one of those cases. We walked past them, my mom talking to Chris and I about how inappropriate she thought the behaviour of the clerk was. She wasn't addressing the woman, not in the least bit. Stupid whore pauses in her conversation with the other two ladies and takes a step to follow us. It wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't kept trying to come closer while she was asking what my mom said. Finally on her third questioning I turn around and tell her exactly what was said, then she started getting snotty with me and demanding that my mother go back and say it to her face.
So she did, repeating the exact same thing that I had just told her. So in the most sarcastic voice she can muster she apologizes and my mom just shrugs and turns away, making a comment that if she didn't really mean it there wasn't much of a point to saying sorry. I was turning to walk back to the van when the woman said something about us being stupid bitches, my mom being the smart ass she is turned around again and told whoreface to have a Merry Christmas. I paused, glanced over my shoulder to look at her just in time for her to yell at my mom that she didn't celebrate Christmas. That was also when she yelled "FUCK YOU!"
So I wheeled around, a stack of eleven movies still in my arms, and yelled back. Something along the lines of "No, fuck you." At this point, the woman takes a step toward me and HURLS DOWN HER COFFEE CUP IN A FIT OF FURY!!!!!! All I remember thinking was how stupid she was being, because not only did she waste the coffee but she had it all over the bottom of her pants and on her boot. I'm just standing there staring at her as she comes up at me, making gestures that were reminiscent of an angry, retarded monkey. Now she's yelling at me and pretty much telling me that she wants to throw down.
"YOU WANNA GO?! YOU WANNA GO?!!!!!!"
So I just stood there, leaning in some and staring at her. I was just waiting for her to hit me, in fact I was hoping that she would hit me. She kept coming toward me while I just stood there and finally I just smirked and told her to go ahead. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I didn't move or the fact that I told her I was going to love calling the cops on her ass that got her to back off, but she did. So the adventure ended with her stalking off and calling us bitches again and me calling her a stupid cunt. :| Then she made it a point to walk past us when we were pulling out of the parking lot and flip me off, to which she got the mature response of me sticking my tongue out and flipping her the finger right back. I was ridiculously aggressive and hyped up for the rest of the day, but at least it was something to write about. My mom called the manager of the store to let him know what had happened and apparently we had an unknown witness, so I got amusement and my mom was informed that she has a gift card waiting for her at the store. TREASURE AND ADVENTURE!!!
Ended up back at my mom's after that and then there was a glorious trip to the grocery store. I can't really remember much after that, other than the fact that we went to Sally's and I got more hair-dye. FRESHLY DYED HAIR IS SO AMAZING AND MAKES ME HAPPY! /o/ There was talk of actually going to get haircuts tomorrow, so I'm really hoping that goes the way I want it to. Then I'll have freshly dyed and cut hair. I need to deposit my check in the morning before I go too, seeing as I owe my mom some for the help I got with gifts. Plus there's a few more people I might want to get something for, it's just a matter of when I might see them. I suppose a late gift is better than nothing at all though, in the end it's really more the thought that counts. At least that's the way I feel about it. But for now I'm going to finish up laundry and then wander off to bed. We'll see if I can actually get through the whole night without waking up four or five times. I had one day last week where I was able to pull it off, but lately it's been getting really bad again.