Sir, would it be too much of an imposition for you to kindly bless my exposed hindquarters with your lips?

I fucking hate being condescended to.

I hate it more when some asshat customer does it. Especially when he's not listening to me, and being so argumentative that he's actually preventing me from being able to help him.

It's pretty simple- if you bite the hand that feeds you type logic. Guys like this is the reason I hate my job.

So, here's to you, Mr. Asshole who won't stop yelling. Go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.