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Hey, random customer.
I heard you and my boss chatting upstairs (lol my office is in the basement) and you seemed to be getting along fine. You were both amiable and joking aorund and the store seemed to ave what you were looking for, or at least something close, and you were going to tell your significant other -
- And then my boss, in response to your question about where he is from (which was kind of an 'uh' way to phrase it), said he was born in Tehran and his family bugged out to Canada when the spit hit the fan.
And you clammed up and got all evasive and monosyllabic and then borderline-rude, and left.
Now, I didn't care for you very much because of the implications associated with asking a brown guy with an accent where he's from (um, CANADA, right now - for all you know he could be 2nd or 3rd gen. Canuck, genius), but after THAT bullshit?
I reeeeally don't like you.
Way to be, you fucking assclown. Boss did not TMI you or say anything beyond 'yeah, I'm from here, my family left when everything went down the hole'. He wasn't rude, he wasn't pushy, he didn't bring up a verboten topic like politics or religion or hemorrhoids. But you, in your infinite assclownery, apparently decided that since he's Iranian you can't talk to him anymore or buy stuff from him?
You stupid, stupid nutsack. I really hope you did NOT just leave because you found out the nice guy you were talking to is OH EM GEE FROM IRAN.
Really hoping it was something else so I stop having this urge to bean you with a Nerf bat,
-E.
P.S. Maybe you missed that thing where Iran explod on account of election fuckery? Not everyone likes Ahmadinejad. The guy's a figurehead anyhow. And you know, if you'd asked my boss instead of making stupid assumptions, you'd know exactly how UNflattering his opinion of the current crew is.
You assclown.
I heard you and my boss chatting upstairs (lol my office is in the basement) and you seemed to be getting along fine. You were both amiable and joking aorund and the store seemed to ave what you were looking for, or at least something close, and you were going to tell your significant other -
- And then my boss, in response to your question about where he is from (which was kind of an 'uh' way to phrase it), said he was born in Tehran and his family bugged out to Canada when the spit hit the fan.
And you clammed up and got all evasive and monosyllabic and then borderline-rude, and left.
Now, I didn't care for you very much because of the implications associated with asking a brown guy with an accent where he's from (um, CANADA, right now - for all you know he could be 2nd or 3rd gen. Canuck, genius), but after THAT bullshit?
I reeeeally don't like you.
Way to be, you fucking assclown. Boss did not TMI you or say anything beyond 'yeah, I'm from here, my family left when everything went down the hole'. He wasn't rude, he wasn't pushy, he didn't bring up a verboten topic like politics or religion or hemorrhoids. But you, in your infinite assclownery, apparently decided that since he's Iranian you can't talk to him anymore or buy stuff from him?
You stupid, stupid nutsack. I really hope you did NOT just leave because you found out the nice guy you were talking to is OH EM GEE FROM IRAN.
Really hoping it was something else so I stop having this urge to bean you with a Nerf bat,
-E.
P.S. Maybe you missed that thing where Iran explod on account of election fuckery? Not everyone likes Ahmadinejad. The guy's a figurehead anyhow. And you know, if you'd asked my boss instead of making stupid assumptions, you'd know exactly how UNflattering his opinion of the current crew is.
You assclown.