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Motherf*cking Hate People Like This!

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Just when I thought that I would stop ranting about work, a cranky, old b*tch came in.

I don't know if she overdosed on b*tch pills or whatever, but she didn't need to act like that.

First, she asked me if she bought tickets from me (that's a whole other rant. I believe it was the previous one). Then, I pointed to the front counter. She asked if it was where the popcorn and stuff was and I said yes.

You thought it ended there?

I wish it did.

She goes around the ropes where the line was supposed to be and her friends told her that they go through there. She started b*tching about how she didn't come here often and that she didn't know what I was doing with my hand shooting out.

EVEN THOUGH I WAS POINTING!

I even told her that. That I was pointing to the counter. It's not like she was going the wrong way or anything. I mean, no one was in line. She was like:

"Didn't you see me walking around?"

SHE WASN'T EVEN WALKING AROUND! SHE WALKED TOWARD ME!

"You don't pay attention to anything!"

I WASN'T EVEN ON MY PHONE! MY PHONE WASN'T EVEN OUT! IT WAS IN MY F*CKING POCKET!

She says to me:

"You need to take out your earphones so you can communicate better"

B*TCH, IT'S A RADIO HEADSET! NOT A F*CKING EARPHONE! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT EARPHONES LOOK LIKE??

Of course that could've been my window to politely explain that it was a radio headset, but, at that point, she was already pissing me the f*ck off.

She waved me off and even gave my co-worker trouble at the concession counter.

Old b*tches like her should not have been allowed out into the public. Not until she had surgery to implant a brain in her head.