So this woman named Carol, came into the gas station I now work at. Apparently, this woman is obsessed with calling me out on how I don’t like her. It’s not untrue. I don’t like her. Mainly because her aura and vibe just hit me wrong. But, given the fact that most of my interactions with her have always been when I was working (in a customer service oriented job), I have treated her no differently than I do any other customer. This time was no exception - I treated her with cordial friendliness. It’s not that I want to be friendly with everyone I meet; cuz I truly do not like people. It’s because I’m PAID to act that way. I have no choice but to bite my tongue and not tell someone they’re a fucking troll. Honestly, today when I called her ‘hon,’ I didn’t even know who was at the counter - I was fucking doing my job and making pizzas. All I saw was a body. When I saw who it was, I didn’t change my tone, facial expression or anything else. As I said - I treat all customers the same.

I asked if her refill was 32oz. She said it was 30oz. Well, we don’t sell 30oz refills, so I said I would give her the 24oz refill price. I tried that - it didn’t work. I grumbled about the machine giving me issues (it had all day) and that’s when she started her “I know you don’t like me” bullshit. I was thinking, “Bitch, please. I’m not being nice to you - I do this for everyone,” but I kept my mouth shut and as Carol kept yammering on about how she knows I don’t like her (like, who the fuck cares?), I hit the 32oz refill button, gave her the total and wished her a good day. You wanna fucking start shit, you can pay the higher price, you stupid twat.

Once she paid and her card cleared, I turned back to what I was doing, totally forgetting her existence, when she came back pursuing the fact she knows I don’t like like her and I don’t have to act like I do. It was the same fucking shit the battleax did when I was at Dollar General and I told her the same thing today as I told the geriatric moron then: I treat every customer the same way - whether I like them or not. Carol popped off and said, “Oh, so you pretend.”

WELL LOOK WHO JUST CAUGHT UP! If I don’t pretend, and you call and whine and act like the manipulative cunt you truly are, then I would lose my job. I ain’t old like you - I’m not old enough to live off of Social Security, and I have too damn much pride to mooch off of the taxpayers by being on SSI. So, yes, you fucking bleach blonde BIMBO! I’m fucking PAID TO BE NICE to people I don’t like. If you really want to know what I think of you, stop by my house like you did last fucking year to whine and moan because my neighbor down the street supposedly lied to you about where he was. Then, because I’m not paid to be fucking nice to your skanky ass because I’m at home, I’d tell you the following:

Carol, I didn’t like you BEFORE he moved to town. I didn’t like you the first time I waited on you at Dollar General. I didn’t like you the day you fucking put me through the Spanish Inquisition after his and my first date WHILE I WAS ON THE FUCKING CLOCK (seriously, who asks their cashier about what they like to do in their free time just to say, “Oh, we don’t do that?”). I didn’t like you when you asked if the neighborhood kids were my grandchildren. I didn’t like you when you stopped at MY HOUSE to b itch and moan about how he lied to you and how he was with you when he wasn’t with me (do you honestly think I didn’t fucking know?). Carol, I have NEVER liked you, as a customer or as a person. Other than my interactions with you leaving a poisonous taste in my mouth, you don’t even appear on my radar. Like, EVER. You drive by my house and I see who’s coming down the road, and then I go back to what I’m doing - all I fucking know is the person driving the four-wheeler is someone I don’t have anything to do with or, I DON’T FUCKING LIKE THEM. My dislike for you has absolutely NOTHING to do with him. I even TOLD him I don’t care if you two remained friends, but he shouldn’t expect me to go out of my way to be nice to you. You are a fucking psycho hose b ease and I want NOTHING to do with you, so he needed to let me know when you stopped b y so I can make myself scarce - because I loved him that much NOT to control who his friends were. Since he and I are no longer together, maybe you should focus your efforts on winning him over (if you can) and “take back your man.” At the very least, get fucking laid cuz your obsession with how I treat you while I’m at MY JOB is getting tiresome.

Oh, by the way, I will continue to treat you as I do every other customer because I am very good at my job and I’m not going to let a venomous, manipulating cunt of a snake cause me to do otherwise. So the next time you show up on my shift, buckle up cunt-cup cuz I’m going to show you just how much I despise your black soul - by killing you with a smile.