As I watched someone toss a temper tantrum at the local bank while the poor teller had to try and appease the cranky pants, I got to thinking about foolish choices. If that teller decides to use her powers for evil (going to the dark side and all), she’s got Cranky Pants’ address, phone number, bank account, social security number and access to all their other credit card information.
After Cranky Pants made what I’m sure was a fabulous stress-releiving tantrum, and my turn came to the counter, I apologized for my fellow humans’ inability to understand that there are actual people on the other side of the counter. Just to be safe...she had my information as well. And on a side-note, while tempted, I’ve yet to pay cash for a "gift" subscription to any manner of shocking magazines to one of my more pleasant customers...yet. Again, when you are screaming at the person behind the counter, keep in mind what information of yours they can access...and just be nice forgodsakes.
An Erinku:
radio station
though I like you
more commercials
than music
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