Comments on: Wednesday Night Cuntfest

By: arline

arline — Sat, 09 May 2009 11:32:15 +0000

I don’t know how I missed this post.

It is always funny (kinda, but not really) how snobby, pretentious and at once pit bull like, some sales clerks can be.

There is a shop here that I now go to all the time. A shop that I wait for everything to go on sale, as it is a bit (quite a bit) out of my price range.

It is a family business, I had known one of the daughters for a long time, and we were friends. Not close friends, but friends none the less. She had started doing a lot more work for the business, and was there, behind the scenes, rather than on the floor.

After going into this shop on countless occasions, with one particular bitchy clerk, looking me up and down like I was a vagrant, I got fed up. I went right up to her in my paint splattered clothes, and with a huge smile, I asked “is Barrie here? I would love to see her”

She looked a bit stunned, but went to get her on the floor. When Barrie came up, we hugged, exchanged pleasantries, then sat down on one of the sofas, and talked for about an half an hour. HA!

The snobby bitch has not given me nastiness since.

By: fashionherald

fashionherald — Sat, 09 May 2009 03:24:49 +0000

thanks for the long version, I was curious about this – I’m a little addicted to bad service stories. There’s a bakery in greenpoint when the bitches treat you like shit on their shoes if you have the audacity to not be Polish and enter their establishment. Oh, and forget it if you’re black and you try to get a damn bagel in there.

By: Make Do Style/Film Upstart

Make Do Style/Film Upstart — Fri, 08 May 2009 20:26:42 +0000

How brilliant you can be a cunt on the cunts in their hour of need!!

By: hammie

hammie — Fri, 08 May 2009 10:24:58 +0000

I put a hex on any store that doesn’t give good service. And they close down.

By: Sardonique Schadenfreude Rictus

Sardonique Schadenfreude Rictus — Fri, 08 May 2009 09:06:31 +0000

I’m so surprised, Darling, that you didn’t recognize me while I was all hunched over in that crappy suit with that absurd little beret on! It was great pushing your buttons, although it wasn’t much fun when the sales commission checks came around that week (though it was ‘worth it’ from a ‘successfully implemented prank’ perspective). I now beg forgiveness for my previously peccadilloes and throw myself upon the boundless mercy of the court. (You should have seen the look on your face when I delivered that line, though: priceless!). Yes, I’m a loathsome and incorrigible Bastard!

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By: crocodilian

crocodilian — Fri, 08 May 2009 03:57:04 +0000

I commend you – the only force more powerful than the Will to Smite is the Will NOT to Smite when people deserve it.

I have deep loathing for rude salespeople, particularly when they are aggressively, ceaselessly, unbearably rude. But having worked in retail myself for a scant few months, I honestly think that rude salespeople are outnumbered three-THOUSAND percent by rude customers. I had a woman YELL at me (at the top of their lungs) for folding her very long receipt in half so it fit in her bag (seriously). And I dearly hope someone spits in her food every day for the rest of her miserable life.

http://www.crocodilianblog.blogspot.com

By: annemarie

annemarie — Fri, 08 May 2009 01:38:08 +0000

“filthy little midget whore”…. hahahahaha!

By: Sister Wolf

Sister Wolf — Fri, 08 May 2009 01:19:24 +0000

David – Now you tell me!

annemarie – YES.

Iheartfashion – I was too flustered.

Skye -Hahaha! So true. It’s not too late for me to carry it out, in fact…

Mark – But would you go back disguised as Yohji????

By: Mark

Mark — Thu, 07 May 2009 23:29:23 +0000

That same fucking cunt tried to force me to a buy a $1200 Undercoverism jacket. When I told her that I had just lost my eyeglasses, which cost me $400, she grabbed my arm and her eyes rolled back into her head. Then she said, “I see your glasses. They’re under a car seat. I’m psychic like that.” THIS IS ALL TRUE. The rancid twat was actually pretending to be psychic to get me to buy the jacket.

My glasses surfaced months later–they had fallen behind the sofa in a friend’s office. I’ve never been back to that store even though for a while they were the only ones in Santa Monica who carried Comme des Garcons for men. They have a good buyer, but that filthy little midget whore kept me away and will continue to keep me away. Even if they fire her, I won’t go back. They should be eternally avoided for ever hiring her to begin with. Fuck them and her.

By: Skye

Skye — Thu, 07 May 2009 21:31:34 +0000

I wish you had carried your cunning plan to fruition. Also, no good ever came of beret-wearing.