So here at my work, the administration saw it fit to make us the campus bus stop. This means we have to write out bus tickets and what not. Well, needless to say, this brings in all types of low class riff-raff.
Some foul woman (I could tell by her guttural manner of speech) called in earlier asking if she could get a pre-paid ticket order. I didn't really feel like issuing one so I told her no, they could only be done in person. I told her to call Greyhound and I gave her their number. She informed me that she was coming in and was paying with cash. There was no way out of it.
So about 10 mins later, two of the fattest, smelliest hogs walk in. Cackling and carrying on like they didn't reek of fermented BO. Revolting. The odor is probably the worst part about dealing with some of these bus people. They smell for the most part. These people were no exception.
So I went to work on their ticket, trying my best to not look at them or talk to them. But they would always try to start conversations with me...
"Do you go to the university?"
"You have a girlfriend?"
"You look sad, you could come work at subway with us!"
Ugh.
Anyway, eventually I have to call Greyhound myself to get the PTO to go through, so while I'm on the phone they start carrying on about me as if I'm not even there...
"He sounds pretty smart, he'd be a nice catch!"
"Yeah, and he has a nice ass too"
*at which point I took a seat*
"He's small, but I like em like that!"
"I should enroll in college and get me some of that!"
Ugh... I was revolted. I felt like I was being sized up like a piece of meat. The smell was getting to me so I told the lady on the other line to hasten her pace. The whole time I kept thinking, "When will this be over!?"
When I was ringing up their ticket in the register they started talking to me again, asking if I was interested in their apartment, or working at subway with them. Fucking gross. I tried to remain cordial the whole time but it was hard. They asked me "Why do you look so sad." and I muttered something about working all day. Again, they invited me to work at Subway and I kindly declined. But the real reason I looked so displeased was because I felt violated.
Woe is my black ass.