Current mood:	cynical
Current music:	Some crappy rock station playing some crap. Yeah

So yesterday, there was this retarded kid with this fucked up sounding voice feigning broken body parts so he could use the store lark.

**EDIT:
Before you get on my ass about me being bigoted, I'm not. When it comes to retarded people (when they are indeed retarded) I don't hate them, in fact, I love them. I think they are cute, and totally innocent. I love them. But when a kid like this is telling you he is having a broken leg when he obviously doesn't one moment, and then he comes in again and tells you he has a broken elbow, when once again it is obious he doesn't, the he is obviously RETARDED.

Real retarded people are not retarded to me. In fact, they get the label, 'special', because in my eyes, they are.

I hate that damned thing. The Lark symbolizes all that is lazy to me, as the only people that use it are those damn retarded kids and fat people who don't feel like walking. If you don't feel like walking, the don't shop, period.

**Edit, pt 2:
As for fat people, I don't care about fat people normally. Hell, I'm fat.

But when you whine about it, complain that there is not enough Larks to go around so we can hear every damn reverse you make because it resinates within the store and you must get your whiney, lumpy fat ass to Lark it over to the battery display that is at the entrance, YOU DO NOT DESERVE SPECIAL TREATMENT. You deserve to be hated upon.

I consider myself a behaviorist. If your attitude sucks, or you just are plain retarded (and -not- of special behaviors), then I won't hesitate to hate.

Simple as that.

Anyway, I was feeling particularly spiteful, so I let the little bastard with a speach impediment use the damned thing to piss off my manager. The little fuckbasket ran around the store in reverse no less, making it that much more enjoyable (even if it was annoying).

Everyone was laughing horribly, not only that people are so retarded it hurts, but also because of the fact that people should not be allowed to breed if they spawn crap like that.

Bill (my manager) eventually caught on to this little fucktard, and yelled at him. It was truly delightful.

Just some Office Depot fun while working during Hurricane Frances.

Yes, we're open during a hurricane.

You've gotta love it.

Edit, pt 3:
And for all you haters, SHUT UP. You're all hating if you post up in here. So back off.

To quote someone whom I used tow ork with in retail:

"If you were to ask me to show you someone who hated and wanted to destroy the whole world, I would show you someone that worked in retail."