I never did get around to posting for Monday afternoon. I nearly had to come to blows with a guy who wanted a refund for 90 cents from a copy card purchase. "well there's no sign that says I can't get a refund" --Thanks asswipe. Once you buy the card it's yours to keep. Why the hell would you buy a card if you only needed one copy? Why would you argue for 11 minutes for 90 cents?
Biatch alert-- BF thinks 90 cents is worth arguing about.
Later that day, a wonderful encounter with a scab picking pyscho. Scab Picker insisted that he needed to get his guns back. You see, he was arrested for Domestic Violence and that damn bitch of a girlfriend of his had the nerve to ask the judge to take his gun away. " just cuz he had one." This was very unfortunate, as it led him in maniacal fashion to pick continuously at his open wounds.
DAILY COUNTS:
- babe count at zero
- Five " are you a notary?" inquiries
- one cross-eyed freak
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