Do you seriously think everyone wearing a orange work vest is a cartboy? And to tell some complete stranger to put your cart away for you when the cart corral is 5 feet from your car really takes some nerve. It must have surprised you when I told you I didn’t work there because you then tried to makeup a medical reason why you can’t push that cart 5 feet. If you had the ability to use the cart to shop with, you could push it that extra 5 feet, if not you definitely should not have been driving a car. I see putting your wagon away didn’t kill you because you were gone when I came back from the store. —Not My Job
This article appears in May 21-27, 2015.
That’s when you adopt Simpson’s generic teenage mnagement trainee voice and say “Excuse me, Sir(deliberately mistaking the gender) I’ll have to get my supervisor. Then you go treat yourself to a sixpack of something fine at the liquor boutique.
CARTBOY? sounds like a rejected Marvel SideKick by Stan Lee….
OP fuck her, she was just another ‘educated’ snot who thought she was better than you because she assumed you were uneducated because you had an orange vest on.
Not really bitchworthy…I mean, she thought you were the cart boy, Vest-Man. He whose job it is to corner the carts in the corral. Have a sandwich.
The title of this, I was expecting a bitch about a bad haircut. Shear= to cut off. Sheer= unmitigated.
Don’t be wearing that orange vest near any crosswalks.
AN ORANGE VEST
“Do you seriously think everyone wearing a (sic) orange work vest is a cartboy?” Not My Job
Yes, wearing an orange work vest is, inescapably, the hallmark of one employed at the extreme lower reaches of the retail proletariat. The only thing worse than wearing an orange work vest is simply wearing an orange vest. To what depths of depravity has the wearer sunk? Words cannot describe the horror.
A pleasure as always
Cheerio!
You could be wearing a Wal-Mart smock…
Oh shut up and put my cart away, ohhappyday.
Call the police if I don’t put you’re cart away.
This is their thought process. I have a disability and I am entitled to anything I want and you have to cater to me.
Huh? Man, she asked a person to do a job. Mistook the orange vest guy for the employees who are dressed the exact same way.
*Goes to a bar and orders a margarita*
Bartender-“Who is this entitled dipshit?”
See? That would be ridiculous in my opinion. Plenty of shit I do at my work I find slightly unpalatable, but I do it, because it is my job.
OP didn’t say the gender. Why assume it’s a woman? And OP, seems like you looked like a cartboy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OWMB3ewpN…
Xeno, it was assumed it’s a woman because she claimed it was a “medical reason” that prevented her pushing the cart those 5 feet. Now, what “medical reason” comes to mind, Xeno? That’s right. It was one of “those days.” Does that clear it up for you?
However Xeo, I didn’t understand the relevance of your youtube clip to the topic of the bitch, Could you clear it up for me? Thanks.
Moman, I know that the female reproductive system is a lock for which you have no key, but SRSLY, equating menstruation with the inability to push a cart 5 feet is a stretch, even for a little man such as yourself. I don’t know how else to explain it. Maybe you’re having one of “those days.”
As for the clip, the first thing I thought of when I read the OP was “you look like a piss boy.” I thought by writing ‘you looked like a cart boy’ before the link would explain all. Does that clear it up for you? You’re welcome.
REPRODUCTIVE SYSTEMS, INFERENTIAL REASONING, AND INCOHERENCE
Xeno, it is true that that the female reproductive system is a lock for which I have no key but whoever heard of opening it with key? No Xeno, there are other utensils which are much more suitable for the task and in respect to which, if I do say so myself, I am abundantly blessed. This, of course, can only be demonstrated, not just asserted. I would be willing, given appropriate financial or equivalent compensation, to demonstrate the truth of my assertion. In that case, as the expression goes, I would be “up for it.”
As far as equating menstruation with the inability to push a cart 5 feet I was, as you might recall, engaging in inferential reasoning to explain the gender of the individual under consideration. It was a matter of elimination. There are only two genders and it seems unlikely – not impossible but unlikely – that a male would protest about pushing a cart 5 feet. I admit that inferential reasoning is probabilistic and open to error, as it may be in the present case, but I do think it is superior to unsupported intuition which appears to be the only grounds upon which you raised the dilemma in the first place. I’m sure you agree.
As far as the clip went, I have reviewed the bitch but nowhere did I find any reference to the OP saying, “You look like a piss boy.” Passing by the point as to just what a “piss boy” would look like, your writing “You look like a cart boy” was therefore incoherent. It is a referential phrase without a referent and so once again it seems that you have descended into incoherence.
A pleasure as always,
Cheerio!
Don’t confuse being a big dick with having one.
An interesting distinction Xeno, but could you support it? In terms of its literal meaning it would appear not since, never having seen it nor, more importantly having experienced its delights, you are hardly in a position to comment authoritatively on the size of my dick.
This leaves only the metaphorical meaning, i.e., “being a big dick.” Metaphor, as you no doubt are aware, is an amorphous concept. Being a big dick to one may well not mean being a big dick to someone else. My suggestion would be to start with the global concept of what the generally accepted criteria constitutive of being a big dick might be and, secondly, applying those criteria, together with cited examples from my work, to me. Good luck and Godspeed!
Keep smiling!