Dear Customer

Dear annoying customer,

We had a good run. Full of ups and downs, mostly caused from me bending down to pick up the shit you keep dropping. How can I not be rude to someone as inconsiderate as you? I don't work for YOU. I am not your personal slave. I don't work to answer your dumb questions about sales and coupons which you already know the answer to. Stop asking me to double check the price, because the register doesn't lie, YOU DO. And I lie as well when I tell you you don't look look fat in that dress. Cause you do, you fat piece of lard!

Where is nothing more annoying than your face and your kids. Does your vagina have a welcome sign on it? STOP HAVING CHILDREN. They pee on the floor and I have to clean up after their shit. Fuck you and your kids.

Stop being so damn cheap. If you don't want to spend a lot of money, go to the fucking thrift hop, cause you making a big deal about a five dollar t-shirt that should be 4.50. Just stop. No one likes you.

Stop trying to make small talk so I can give you a discount. Your conversations don't interest me.

Stop buying yellow shirts. You are pale as fuck, you don't need to enforce it any more.

"How much is this?" Why don't you check the FUCKING TAG?

You dear friend,
The Sales Associate.