Bitches:
- It's called a
DISPLAY because
you're not supposed to fucking touch it- And speaking of that, the handbag on the display you just knocked over, took all the paper out of, and ripped the price tag off of is
ONE SHELF OVER FROM THE DISPLAY! HOLY SHIT, WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT!!!!!! 
- No, you can't haggle with me on the merchandise. It's like you're trying to play a distinguished mentally-challenged and utterly pathetic version of "Let's Make a Deal".
Just buy it or fuck off.
-
WE CLOSE AT 9 PM SO GET THE HELL OUT 
- Why are you bringing your 3-month old baby shopping with you for an entire day? Did it ever occur to you that
your gigantic stroller loaded with 800 shopping bags clogging up the aisles and blocking the door might annoy the SHIT out of people?
- Speaking of babies, feel free to let your annoying screaming brat run wild through the store and drag
$500 worth of merchandise across the dirty floor. That's perfectly okay.

PARENT OF THE YEAR AWARD GOES STRAIGHT TO YOU
- Oh, and thanks for feeding your kid cheerios in the store and him dropping half of them on the ground for me to sweep up later.
- Good work bringing drinks and food and ice cream in a store where we sell
REALLY FUCKING EXPENSIVE LEATHER STUFFI'm sure I'm forgetting some.
Love cloud
