This week a girl I work with decided to mark my arm for death with a sharpee. You can faintly see the X near my elbow. It's taken a while to scrub it out obviously. Today my manager approached me in Starbucks and discussed various points of business. After she was done, I started to walk away when she snidely remarked "Do you know you have an X on your elbow?" as if I were blatantly marking myself to look less presentable to serve coffee. I said "Yea" and walked away. My first slight f-you to a manager. She said nothing. I felt greased with power.
Customer quotes of the day (as overheard at Starbucks):
"It sure was a good thing I put my hands in my pockets."
". . .and then I started having my period. Hi." (the hi was because she realized she was next in line and I was waiting for her at the register)
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