Today, I worked at the San Jose store and I was helping a guest who was expecting to pick up a bunch of his meds. Turns out they weren't filled for a month and a half and he was getting irritated that they weren't already ready for him. Then he whispers under his breath, "Get me someone who knows what they're doing." Listen, bitch. You were gone for more than a fucking month and you expect us to have your shit ready when you don't even tell us to fill it? Give me a fucking break. Maybe if you didn't eat your way into diabetes, you wouldn't be standing there demanding any meds, fucking fat ass.
Anyway... whew. Blowing off some steam there. Off to see the MJ movie! See ya later, folks! XOXO =D
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"Maybe if you didn't eat your way into diabetes, you wouldn't be standing there demanding any meds, fucking fat ass." HAHAHA