froodle | (no subject)

Just had one of those fucking idiot customers who is so invested in having a screeching fit at you that they completely neglect to explain what their fucking problem is. After ten minutes of whining about how unhappy she was, turns out what she thought was a problem didn't even exist.

Congrats, cuntsmear; if you'd stopped flapping your painted hole for a second, I could have resolved this and sent you off to inflict your obnoxious personality and unjustified temper tantrums on someone else.

GOD. Die in a fire already.

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