Friday Night

This story is true and happened about 15 minutes ago.

As it stands I only have about 3 fucks to give all week. Most of these fucks are spent on watching a certain tv show or sporting event. Maybe trying to get a run in when the weather is supposed to be bad. What I don't use a fuck for is helping dickheads where I work. I ESPECIALLY have no fucks to give on a Friday night to a piece of shit fat bitch who I already tried to help out.

When you tell someone specific directions and they come back to you saying you were wrong and get all mad, that is not how you treat people. As a human being you should appreciate that you came here (not a guest, just lost), and I told you where to go step by step. Why did you come back here when you couldn't find it? Did you want to try and make me feel bad? Lady, I wish I could display that I have no fucks left to give for this week (or any other week that I work here). But I didn't. I just mini-trolled her.

She stormed out of here, I put the guest who was on the phone on hold and followed her outside. I told her to "Put your mouth on the fucking curb, cunt!" and then I curb stomped her. I said "ma'am!" (no acknowledgment). Once again "ma'am!" (no acknowledgment). Finally on the third try she snaps around and says "I know where I am going". If she wasn't such a bitch to me I would've said OK and gone back inside, but I didn't. I spoke very gently and informed her, very slowly and nicely where she needs to go. She got in her car, slammed the door and drove away. "Have a nice weekend!" I said.

And not a fuck was given all shift long.


The End