Customers

It's really funny working at a store that provides customer service. Interacting with them is a whole lot interesting. You got the nice people, the preppy people, the tattooed people, the goth people, the I think I'm a smart ass people, and the dumb people. There's probably plenty more categories out there, but I will waste my precious sleeping time if I do. Plus you'll probably won't read anymore of my posts anymore.

The goth people are scary, more than Halloween. Nose piercings, tongue piercings, eye piercings, black hair, black jeans, black everything! Oh yeah, they love chokers and chains. Talk about a fetish like somehing you would find in a porn flick.

Then the smart ass people- the know-it alls - the show-offs. "I want some goat cheese. What type do you have? Shredded or Romanian?... " Um goat cheese is goat cheese... Whatever type it is, it's still shit. Smells like shit, taste like shit, and when I put it on your pizza- I really don't give a shit what type it is. Do I look like a cheese expert to you? I'm not Swedish, I'm Chinese ok?! Talk to me about dim sum or something oriental... Mmm... Dim sum.

The tattoo people. They are pretty cool and down to earth. And I'm not just saying this cause I have one. Most tattooed people are judged negatively because they are inked and people associate them with gangs. Grow up people, this isn 1980s. The world is going through a rapid cultural change - not as rapid as technological change though... Some have the punk rock biker look. This is because they are punk rockers, or bikers. But don't get that messed up that because you see tattoos on bikers, doesn't mean that everyone is a punk rocker or biker. I know that I'm definitely not a punk. I'm the exact opposite!

The dumb people are sometimes amusing or they just simply piss me off. Today this dumb woman wiu her dumb daughter and her dumb friend came to order a pizza. After asking my buddy all these retarded questions, she slowly made her order. After she paid and the ticket printed, she noticed that I wad making breadsticks. She asked if they were cooked when demanded or if they were cooked at all... What kind of a fucked up question is that?! Obviously it's being cooked. Like don't you see me putting the sticks on a pan? And don't you see me pulling them out 1 order at a time? Dumb people... She even told me she hasn't paid for them yet. I know that lady, you just told me that you were thinking of getting them but wasn't sure. Sigh*

Finally we have the nice people. People who appreciate your service, tips and smile. Not much to say than that they make my day. Thank-you!!!


That's all from me tonight!! Goodnight,
Kevin