Day 1. It begins.

Dead-end no money fuck-job dealing with idiots, lazy, whiny, constantly complaining (yet also constantly returning) moronic, mouth breather butt-fucks who all think that, for some reason, their tiny wee purchase has somehow become the most important thing in the universe – the sole purpose for my existence. No, you ignorant fuck, we don't have a tube of your favorite toothpaste, it has been discontinued since 1973. It will not magically appear, no matter how many times you say you used to buy it here. No, you brainless simpleton, you do not get a discount because the box has been opened – I just watched you open it yourself. You say you've looked everywhere for your desired product and it's just not here – you have been shopping here for 10 years, the product has been on the same shelf, in the same aisle, in the same section of the store for TWENTY years and I'm looking at it right now and you would be too if you would just bother to angle your stupid fucking head 15 degrees to the starboard. Lazy, arrogant pinheads who try to get a bargain by playing the stupid immigrant card, then blow the gaff by suddenly understanding English when I faintly whisper the word 'discount'.