I swear to god I'm going to start carrying a knife in my work pants so the next time someone asks me "Excuse me, could you tell me how much these slacks are?" I can stab them in the fucking forehead.
Fail-O-Meter:
2.12.08
People who assume that just because I wear a shirt and tie I work for every fucking retail store in Launceston
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