And while we are at it, get off the fucking phone. You’re at work for God’s sake. I can’t help but wonder who you are talking to. Is the person on the other line also at work? Do they also have a customer standing in front of them looking pissed off? Is he my doppelganger? If this happens to you just do what I do and interrupt their phone call with a string of ridiculous questions. Here are some suggestions:
Will there be a sale on Beef jerky in the near future?
Can you measure my height with this strip on the side of your door?
Is an Icy a solid or a liquid?
Does unleaded gas weigh less than leaded gas?
If the store is open 24/7 why are there locks on the door?
Who does your nails?
If this doesn't get them so mad they hang up I don't know what to tell you.
. (if you live in Charleston you can view these phenomenon at the Sergeant Jasper, and that gas station on the corner of Calhoun and Rutledge across from the hospital)