Excuse me?
Yes?
I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes, it just isn’t good enough, I’ve got better things to be doing you know.
Well, quite.
I’ve been waiting to get served here and that’s your attitude? Disgraceful! Where’s your manager, I want to speak to your manager. That sort of attitude is… how dare you speak to…
I. Don’t. Work. Here.
I’m sorry?
I said I don’t work here you uppity bitch, and if I did, and you spoke to me like that, I wouldn’t fucking serve you. Now get off your high horse and wait like everyone else.
Sometimes, I’ve just no patience with people.
Where did this take place?
Jessops in town. I’d got my work shirt on and it’s the same colour (if you have poor eyesight) as the ones the staff wear.