Kylie M.
Google
The girl at checkout had the worst attitude. First off, when my cousin complimented her ugly denim shirt (which, by the way, did her figure no favors), she gave the most fake, rudest “thank you.” But I let it go because everyone has bad days at work, it’s whatever.
But then she told me to put in my email, so I did and pressed submit, like she literally asked me to, and she hit me with, “Yeah, maybe don’t do that next time,” in the nastiest tone.
Like, girl… I don’t even have to give you an email! God forbid I thought I was supposed to press the submit button. And it literally takes you two seconds to type it in yourself. Ms. Girl seriously needs a better love life or something to fix that miserable energy she’s putting out.