To the cashier at the Queen St grocery store: Don’t ever fucking belch in my face again you disgusting pig. I felt the warm air from that belch on face. It was absolutely disgusting and then just when I thought you were going to apologize for your rudeness, you let out another belch. You are so fucking disgusting. —A Victim
This article appears in Jul 21-27, 2011.
This when you want to have something exquisitely nasty in your cart. Like headcheese, or liver.
Jam it in her piehole and tell her “Send the bill to the store manager. He’ll understand.”
And you are such a victim.
BAHAWHAWHAWHAW – it’s a fucking burp, not a goddamn AK-47.
Victims were those killed and injured in Oslo and everywhere else in the world. Self-delugtional twat.
That particular location reportedly also has a rodent infestation. Always check your packaging prior to paying for it. You’re better off not even shopping there.
Why the hell didn’t you demand to speak to the manager?? If some punk ass ignorant fuck cashier belched in my face, not once, but TWICE, while they were checking me through, not only would the cashier be getting an earful from me, but the manager on duty would be getting a blast too. If I didn’t get any satisfaction then I sure as hell wouldn’t be giving this store my business anymore. It may have just been a belch, and I agree that the OB calling themselves a “victim” is overkill. It could have very well have been an accident but there are ways of “politely” doing it without blowing it into someone’s face, and it doesn’t change the fact that they didn’t apologize for it and in fact, did it again. It’s rude, disgusting, ignorant and not at all acceptable in a service industry business. To me, it would be the same thing if I went to a restaurant and the waiter/waitress belched in my face as they served me my food and didn’t apologize profusely for it. There’s not difference as far as I’m concerned. If this had happened to me, after I got over the shock of it, I think I probably would have horked a big gob of spit on this asshole and then asked them how they liked it. Inbred prick.
what did the belch smell like?
hahahaha
The only thing worse than getting belched on by the cashier is when those dirty fucking hippies don’t start bagging until everything is scanned through.
I must say that Queen Street was always a bit socially marginal.
“Better out than in !”
That’s what Shrek always says.
I like to spit. hehehe.
A cashier at the Dartmouth SaveEasy informed me that her burps tasted like the Apple Pecan Chicken salad from Wendys that she had for lunch that day. Fortunately she didn’t burp in my face though.
lol props for the drama.
no but you guys.. come one.. that IS pretty gross…
if your dealing with customers its not polite to burp in their faces. i personally would have asked for a manager and made a scene but thats just because I’m a bitch my self and i also work as a cashier at a certain sports store and i would never belch in customers presence, thats what the staff room and lunch breaks are for.