Gas station lottery people are literally the worst.
People who use self-check out and either have a full cart of shit or can't use the machine like the Wehrmacht used panzers in France are worse. The inside of a gas station is for the dregs (e.g. cigarette buyers) so you expect to encounter horseshit. Self-check out was designed for people who know how to get shit done (and also to erode the power of unionized checkers). It's not my fault you suck, please stop taking it out on me in self-check out.
i live in a young, fairly wealthy neighborhood and somehow those strange, hunched over lottery dudes are still always at my usual corner store.
i live in a young, fairly wealthy neighborhood and somehow those strange, hunched over lottery dudes are still always at my usual corner store.
I actually listened to two guys discuss "strategy" once. They find out what stores have a lot of winners and literally travel out there to play.
i live in a young, fairly wealthy neighborhood and somehow those strange, hunched over lottery dudes are still always at my usual corner store.
I actually listened to two guys discuss "strategy" once. They find out what stores have a lot of winners and literally travel out there to play.
is that for real or just superstition
I witnessed a crime against humanity the other day-- some chick got on her phone in the middle of checking out and just stopped everything to stare at her phone for a minute. The longest minute of my life with the most concentrated stink eye I could give.
The lottery rabbit hole goes deep,
it goes to sad places rarely seen
i have seen one of those places at a friend's house,
i am unable to pertinently describe what i witnessed there
Yea, lottery scratch-off person is pretty bad. If you don't get the counter top vulture, you get the one who spends 40 dollars and then wants to take 10 minutes picking out 30 different types of scratch offs. Has a story for each one, too.
Cigarette connoisseur is a close second.
Clerk brings box of Camels.
Person: "No no .. I need the gold label Camels"
Woman leaves and brings box of Gold Label Camels.
Person: "No no, I need the gold label, menthol, long filter ones."
one of the worst assholes is the one that is the guy that is insanely neurotic about their own ideal of 'customer service' and flies into a blind rage when they don't receive an exact 1:1 equivalent of whatever they thought they deserve to get in any sort of sales/service interaction. You can always tell who these people are on yelp when you check the reviews for a place and they'll 1 star it cause they didn't get food or whatever in 10 minutes on a saturday night.
one of the worst assholes is the one that is the guy that is insanely neurotic about their own ideal of 'customer service' and flies into a blind rage when they don't receive an exact 1:1 equivalent of whatever they thought they deserve to get in any sort of sales/service interaction. You can always tell who these people are on yelp when you check the reviews for a place and they'll 1 star it cause they didn't get food or whatever in 10 minutes on a saturday night.
one of the worst assholes is the one that is the guy that is insanely neurotic about their own ideal of 'customer service' and flies into a blind rage when they don't receive an exact 1:1 equivalent of whatever they thought they deserve to get in any sort of sales/service interaction. You can always tell who these people are on yelp when you check the reviews for a place and they'll 1 star it cause they didn't get food or whatever in 10 minutes on a saturday night.
I dine with someone like this on the reg. :dead
Whenever I have a complaint about something they always ask me, "Why don't you complain to the waiter?" Well, I ordered absinthe in a fusion cuisine restaurant that only carries it to make sazeracs, I'm taking personal responsibility for my own bad life choices instead of expecting people to just know how to correctly serve obscure spirits, dining confederate.
I feel like 'special order' guy is a grey area of being an asshole though. Not all special order guys are built alike.
one of the worst assholes is the one that is the guy that is insanely neurotic about their own ideal of 'customer service' and flies into a blind rage when they don't receive an exact 1:1 equivalent of whatever they thought they deserve to get in any sort of sales/service interaction. You can always tell who these people are on yelp when you check the reviews for a place and they'll 1 star it cause they didn't get food or whatever in 10 minutes on a saturday night.similarly, if you have to actually say "I thought the customer was always right!" when talking to an employee, you're basically an asshole, since I'm telling you I can't lick your asshole and suck your dick at the same time but you expect me to anyway. Because.
if your answer to the food reviewer test question of Steak Preparation is "well-done" you instantly fail
My family still thinks that steaks need to be cooked well-done and then drenched in barbecue sauce. :goty
The brother of a guy I used to work with won the SC lottery back in 2003, 88 mil (wanna say he cleared 38 mil?), he was poor as fuck when he won itI don’t think it’s a tax on the poor, but it is a tax on those who are poor at math.
http://goo.gl/6XbAEC
I get that buying a ticket is gambling, and a one in a million chance, but I disagree with it being a tax on the poor. That one in a million chance was probably a lot better odds than the 0% chance Chuck's brother had of ever doing more than barely scraping by in life before he bought it, so good for him. He'd probably tell John Oliver to kiss his rich black ass :lol
and no, i didn't get any
cunts driving audis or bmw 3 seriesYeah, what’s the deal with that? It used to be Porsche or Mercedes-Benz, but the nouveau riche entitlement sled now appears to be those two.
i live in a young, fairly wealthy neighborhood and somehow those strange, hunched over lottery dudes are still always at my usual corner store.
I actually listened to two guys discuss "strategy" once. They find out what stores have a lot of winners and literally travel out there to play.
one of the worst assholes is the one that is the guy that is insanely neurotic about their own ideal of 'customer service' and flies into a blind rage when they don't receive an exact 1:1 equivalent of whatever they thought they deserve to get in any sort of sales/service interaction. You can always tell who these people are on yelp when you check the reviews for a place and they'll 1 star it cause they didn't get food or whatever in 10 minutes on a saturday night.
There was a PSA awhile back where they shared the final text messages of motorists who died in accidents caused by their texting. The problem was that the texts were incredibly banal.