To the scrawny looking pissant who works at a pizza place in the south end…my GF and I stopped in for a slice and you looked at us all annoyed for being at the counter then walked away. Confused we waited for you to come back. A few minutes later you did and just said “What?” I asked, ”Is there a problem?” You said, “What can I get you?” Even more annoyed than the last time. Guess what loser, it’s not the customer’s fault you aren’t qualified to have a real job. We literally just want to get a slice of pizza and forget you exist immediately afterward. Fuck you. —Hope You Have a Shit Day
This article appears in Oct 5-11, 2017.
Customer service is “a real job” Please take your own advice and don’t be a “douche”
haha yes. I love that comment.