MEN: IF TROUSERS FALL DOWN TO ABOVE YOUR ANKLES, THEY ARE NOT SHORTS. Do not harass my coworkers. Call me a cunt and a bitch and scream FUCK YOU all you want in front of children (but actually please don’t). Thank you for getting my name and making sure to tell me you would tell corporate what a cunt I am, what a bad manager I am. But at the end of the day, you’re screaming at charity employees, and over a $1.00 difference in cost between shorts and pants.

My saving grace for customers like him is that at the end of the night I had customers give me: freshly baked bagels and pastries, one who gave me flowers for helping her, and one who found my wallet in the street.

I’ve never had so many awesome things happen to me but still be stuck on the few bad things.

This has been my annual GT rant.