So today I go in to buy an item, and someone forgot to stick a code on it, so the slack jawed teen cashier who had the misfortune of getting me in line had to get someone to find it for her.
I stood there waiting, while she stood there, chewing her cud (gum) and rolling her eyes at the nerve of someone coming in and forcing her to wait on them.
And they couldn't find the code, and apparently had no backup plan, so I was forced to exit without the item.
Honey, I know you hate your job, but don't take it out on me. There's a reason it's called a job, you know. You have a whole lifetime of dealing with jerks like me who make you go the extra mile for no reason whatsoever (that's sarcasm). Get used to it.