...Is all that called for...
As you enter the store, something sloppy walks in with you. I'm not the type of person to judge other people, but when you're loud and just extraordinarily EXTRA, then, I have that option to form a very quick opinion on you! The convo goes as follows:
Slopped Out: "I have a return. Imma be back Friday when my boyfriend get his check this weekend! *at the time, that made sense, but if the first is on Sunday, then 'he' won't receive it until Saturday. The mail runs then too, ya know!*
You: "How's work?"
Me: "Good. *turns back to customer* Do you have your receipt?"
SO: "No."
Me: "I will have to put your balance on a gift card."
SO: "What?"
Me: "I will have to put it on a gift card."
SO: "What?!"
You: "A gift card..."
SO: "Oh, ion want no gift card. The other lady saw me, when I purchased it..."
Me: *blank stare*
SO: "I really don't want a gift card..." *shuffles through purse* There's no way for you to look it up?"
Me: *shakes head*
SO: "I guess. I'll take the gift card then."
You fill out the info, and I wish you a lovely day, as you the same.
Now, if it weren't for the really nice guy that washes our store windows twice a month, I think I would have flat out nutted up on SO...she just woke her ass up and said SO what!
What pissed me off about this, is that you brought this young lady up there in order for yourself to see me. I felt like she was trying to show her ass as if it were going to make me act out with her. The difference between me and this bitch is that I will show my ass, when you least expect it. And when I do, guaranteed, you will Harlem Shake! I don't play no BS, and by you knowing that, you left the store, when she attempted to make a scene. Not only did you mess up our Conversions by walking your 'I don't give a fuck' behind in and out twice, you ain't bout shit. And it was very apparent based on your behavior as well as hers. Maybe, when you told her that I was your ex, you should have also informed her that I don't have it allo, and Freddie is always a hands reach away.
I have a lot of emotions running through me. From work, to friends, associates, coworkers, family, finances, etc. I don't have time to whoop your ass, get fired and still smile the next day, after I put a restraining order on the both of you (you being an accessory). As I told Window Boy, "I was about to hit folk." He so friendly (I think he be flirtin'). Anyway, I really don't like dramatical people. It's fake. In my former life, I was a male actor. So I know how to play the role, not only well, but be able to put on many faces, and you are looking at me like, "What is she going to be today?" I'm a Pisces. I'm emotional and I can exprience various emotions in minutes. Don't do me boo! I'm that type, as you talk shit through the phone or other people, I show up like, "Did you need something?" I'm the type to let you waste all your air yappin' off at the mouth, and just drop kick you in your throat, "Can you breathe?" I'm the type, I will hurt you, and then call the police and dare them to arrest me...Not when I feared for my life!
Don't do me. Boo, Bitch! BYE!