5/26/2005 10:54:00 AM
Yesterday we went to the food court for dinner... while I was waiting for the girl to get my NY fries ready, I hopped over to the Orange Juluis/DQ kiosk to get a blizzard. The two employees, some overly made up plastic wanna be porn star look sporting gals, were having a very intense conversation about a store that had some sort of shoes of interest. They were both facing me, but continued their conversation, ignoring me completely. About 2 minutes later one of them glanced in my direction and I assumed this was my cue to order. "Do you have cheesequake blizzards here?" I wasn't sure because it wasn't posted anywhere. Then the chubby one, who had up until that point not acknowledged my presence in any way, gave me a snotty look of superiority and said "No we don't". I was stunned... "Well forget it then" and walked away, at which point I think one of them realised they had just pissed someone off who might turn around and complain, and she hooted out "I can double check..." I kept walking.

Dear skanks,

I understand that you hate your job... I get that you are like 16 and 17 probably working for less than minimum wage, your boss is probably an asshole and that at this empty hollow stage in your life shoes and stores are probably a lot more important to you than common decency... and you know I can even accept you being a shitty employee, I can even ENJOY IT and get a good chuckle out of your antics... but if you want to be rude to me, to act like I don't exist... not as a customer, but as a human being, then fuck you. That is just bull shit. And you my glossy Dairy Queen Orange Juluis girls, are ridiculous.

Yours Truly,
Midge

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