Back when I worked at Horders, it was December 23. 'Nuff said.
However, this bitch insisted I wrap all eight of her books on a Saturday afternoon with 20+ people in line. Ok, whatever.
Well, three books wrapped and done, this bitch has the moose balls to tell me I'm not wrapping well enough and basically that I suck. She also said that because I'm such a shitty wrapper, it's no wonder I work in a dead end retail job.
I retorted with; "Ma'am this is a free service. You get exactly what you pay for. You asked if I could do it. You neglected to ask if I could do it could do it well. In my world, those two things are mutually exclusive. Now, shall I continue with my 'incompetent wrapping' or shall I just give you the paper? Because, by the sound of it, you can do a far better job than I."
She ranted, "How dare you even think that I have time for this shit? I'm very busy! I shop here all the time!"
Uh, yeah, me too. Why is your shit more important than my shit?
So, being that my patented give-a-shit meter is running on negative; I continued wrapping and purposely switched the name tags.