At work today, I was approached by this rather bitchy person complaining about the store being cold. 'This building is cold. Everyone is cold.' I was fine, the temperature didn't bother me. Nonetheless, my response:
'Okay.'
What the hell. First off, you are standing in the freezer aisle. Yes, its going to be cold. Second, fuck off. I don't look remotely like someone in charge of anything really. In actuality, we have a huge thermostat in the back room to control the temperature of the building. Yup, we just want you to be miserable. You don't look miserable enough, what with your too tight jeans and your leathery skin from too much tanning. Go bitch to your yuppie husband, I don't want you in my store anyways. We want you to be cold.
In my next life, I want to control the weather and make it cold everywhere. Just because.
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