so at work we sell stuffed chicken breasts (think cordon bleu and its various cousins), with a breaded and a nonbreaded variety for most flavours. Dude today comes in and pokes around, then comes up to the till with a bunch of the nonbreaded ones, and then asks me which are the breaded cordon bleus. I try to explain to him that he has the breadless variety and tell what the breaded ones are called, and he doesn’t seem to understand, so I try again to explain the difference and that he doesn’t have the right ones and as I’m doing that he holds up a hand to me and says “I don’t care.”
In that moment I wanted to fucking attack him. You fucking asked! You do care! I wanted to bite him! But because I’m a good little customer service bitch I just went “okay well I’ll just show you :) :) :)” and guided him to the right ones. I was so angry though
TIL Dr. Sigmund Freud was addicted to smoking and failed to quit for good throughout a 45 years long battle that included 33 operations for cancer of the jaw, an artificial jaw replacement, and attacks of “tobacco angina” exacerbated by nicotine . He was known to smoke up to twenty cigars a day.
what i love about mlp fim is that the power of friendship is not a symbolic thing it is a real and tangible force so potent it can be channeled into killing people