Grumpy

This is for all the people (all 40 dozen of them) who came in shopping today (in 40 degrees and high velocity winds, with occasional hail):

Idiot Shopper: Pretty cold out here, huh?

Mumple: Yup.

IS: It's terrible that they make you be out here like this.

M: I volunteer for this gig.

IS: I'm so cold!

M: Yup.

IS: Aren't you cold?

M: Yup.

IS: blah blah blah

M:

Mostly, I just can't get over how people who have a CHOICE in being out in the wind and cold would make it a point to go out there, and find people who technically do NOT have a choice in the matter.

Also, I just don't give a flying f*@& what anyone thinks. About anything. Ever. And cold temps and high winds do not bring out the best in me.

Thanks for listening.

On a side note, this Creep came in today and was adamant that I was going to leave my post and follow him through the garden center.

I had been hoping that I had pissed him off sufficiently last time I had to deal with him that he wouldn't want anything to do with me.

Okay, Creepboy, here's a hint. There's no way in hell I'm going anywhere with you--EVER. For any reason. And even if by some chance there's a way for it to happen, I'm still NOT doing it. You make my skin crawl, and the answer is a great big fat NO.

I just wish that for once, the freaks would decide to like someone else.