If I find out....

reneerox

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Promises, promises. ;)

I guess I'll be Val, but try not to get me shot.


That's not a good threat. Over the period of a few seconds, it's no longer grape.
 
"Where's the fucking van?" *Ptchao-zzzzzzz-ptchao* "Where's the mother-fuckin' van?" *ptchao-zzzzzzzz-ptchao*

I call dibs on being Val Kilmer. That is one sexy bastard.

Edit:

Cocksucker. :tongue:
 
JEY MAN! YOURE IN TEXAS!! I can like....FIND YOU, OKAY?!~


i vill youuse de banks!! and i vill find joo!! annnnd den....I VILL KILL YOU!
 
Sorry PP. I can't do it. You're addiction is tearing this forum apart. I thought it was a Sesame Street thing at first but... omg.

I've heard a rant like this before.

YOU SOUND LIKE THE MORNING STAR.
 
Wow that has to be the longest rant I've read!

Yeah, people can be assholes. I know once I got pretty pissed off at a loans person when I couldn't get a loan, even though I'd just paid off a loan all on time, and didn't really have bad credit.

I try to be nice, though. Hell, the last time I cashed my paycheck, I had forgotten my member card. I told the teller that, and started pulling out my ID as I said that I had it. She surprised me when she said not to worry about it cuz she knew I was the guy the check was written out to. Then she had problems finding my account, as my last name was spelled slightly wrong on the check!

Then there's the other side of the story. The bank I was talking about is the RBC in Swift Current. I also have an account at the local small-town bank. They suck. Next time I'm in town during business hours, I'm closing my account there. (I could give details if anyone wants them.)
 
Wow, how did I miss this thread?

I go on lunch dates with hot bank tellers. All the time. I'm serious. I guess all the crap they deal with makes them genuinely surprised when someone (read: me) comes up, greets them pleasantly, talks to them politely, and acts like they actually give a damn how their day is going.

I never knew why it was so easy to score dates with bank tellers as opposed to other professions but it kind of makes sense. Thanks for the insight.

And the other night.
 
If you people ever meet a woman named Fiona, don't ask her if she has a Shrek. Seriously. You may think it's clever and cute and flirty, and I can guarantee you that she's heard it a million times already.
 
Holy shit, no. After working in service I will never try to be clever with any workers again.

A Shrek? That's not even witty.

It's so bad at the place I used to work that managers even try to force us to smile and laugh and say "No never heard that one before." If they're not around the conversation goes like this.

"ROFL bet you get that one all the time! HAHAHAHA"

Me: "Yep." (Deadpan stare)

Customer: "....Oh." :sad: (Pays)
 
Oh, or my favorite from a part time job. If you see a delivery guy carrying flowers, don't try and be cute and say shit like "Are those for me" or "Hey, you can deliver them to me!"

Because, in fact, NO, they are NOT for you unless your name is on the fucking tag. And NO, I can't deliver them to you unless your name is on the fucking tag.

I had to deliver to some golf course this weekend. I couldn't find the fucking spot they wanted them and as I'm walking around some whore yells "Oh hey, over here!" So I turn around thinking cool, found them. I get about half way and she says "Sorry, I was just kidding!" Apparently when I turned around and walked away without so much as a word she got upset that I was rude to her.

Rude was fucking around with a guy trying to do his god damn job. Rude was trying to be cute and telling a joke that I hear every fucking time I work that job. Rude was getting all bitchy because I didn't find you funny. Rude was your husband chasing me down and demanding an apology and then having the nerve to put his hand on my shoulder when I walked around him.

Leave people who are doing their jobs alone. If you have to talk to them, be polite, be nice and try to understand that they are doing their job. They didn't make the rules up, they simply have to follow them. If you have a problem with the rules, or that person's application of the rules speak to the manager. They get paid for getting yelled at.
 
No, I just kept going. I think he figured that maybe he'd gone a step too far and that if he pushed it I might push back.

But I was on the clock. If I hit the guy I get fired, he sues the flower shop my friend owns, she loses her business and her house... really not worth it. Not over some Tiger Woods wannabe douche bag anyway.
 
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