Pultost Yeah yeah, our selection sucks, the quality is poor, yada yada, and yet, here you are, AGAIN. You know what I do when I’m unhappy with a store’s selection and/or quality? I take my business elsewhere!!!!
Pultost Dude. You’re 47 years old. Forty. Seven. Years. Old. When the other guy told you to put the damaged bag of sugar into a small plastic bag, he meant the whole bag into the bag, not pouring it all inside it, making it look like a bag of cocaine. Thanks for the laugh, though. 😆
Pultost I’m sorry if my directions weren’t clear enough, but there’s no need to blow up like that over such trivial matter.
Pultost Ok, I don’t know how the traffic rules are like in the dystopia you come from, but here in Norway, when we intend to turn right, we use the right indicator, not the left one, or the other way around! Fucking imbecile.
Pultost Dude. You work in a kebab shop that’s open late. You know that a lot of your customers are gonna be a bit more than slightly tipsy. There’s no need to snarl “what size” when I order a meal. Also, smiling doesn’t hurt. If you hate your job as well as people that much, you should find something else to do.
Pultost Mr. Bus driver, sir! It’s true that we all are eager to get to where we’re going, but that’s no excuse for running at red light.
