mine: I have two.
today-some lady came in for some layaway art pieces which I was called up to find-couldn't find them, the saleperson she had quit, nobody knew where they were-the manager was around kissing up to the owner of the store and after twenty minutes of scouring the store(which is the size of an art gallery) and scrubbing through all of our rack art and warehouse racks, the manaager comes to the back, asks me wahts up-I tell him and he calmly walks over to a rack covered in cardboard-pulls out the paintings I've been looking for and goes out back to smoke a cigarette.
the other day was when I worked for adult viideo and was rubbed at gunpoiint by some kid not even old enough to buy cigarettes holding an ak-47 in my face. I wanted to beat his ass to a pulp.
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