Dear Customers: When you walk up to me in the middle of an aisle and ask me if THIS is the fitting room, I will wonder if you are drunk, and then point you towards where it actually is.
Dear Customers: Why are you asking my opinion on your personal things? I don't care, honestly. I am not a fashion person, I don't care what camera or laptop case looks cute. I care how well it works.
Dear Customers: Stop telling me I'm so good I should be a manger. I applied, didn't get it obviously. It's just throwing salt into a wound.
Dear Customers: When I look obviously depressed and I'm trying to be nice to you, don't be a jerk and go on about how much I don't like my job. Perhaps I'm dealing with some issues, such as a death of someone close to me.
Dear Customers: The bloody commercial says "Toys, Electronics, and select Housewares over $15." So why are you trying to put a cartful of cloths on Layaway? Why are you trying to put $10 toys on Layaway? Also, when there is a big sign telling you where the counter is, why do you ask me?
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