Friday, May 21, 2010

Dear Customer,

To the pimply faced teenager trying to buy cigarettes,

A birth certificate is not proof that you are old enough to smoke. Giving me the middle finger and calling me a 'loser cashier' also does not prove you are old enough to smoke.

Furthermore, peeling away in your car and stopping by the front window to moon me just proves to me that you are not old enough to smoke. However, you ARE old enough to buy a razor so you can shave the hair growing on your ass.

Sorry you won't get to enjoy your Black and Mild cigars this weekend.

All my love,

Cashier

7 comments:

  1. Your blog cracks me up to no end.

    Tracy

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  2. I come here for a good laugh on bad days - on good days too! Love it! A little weirded out about the hairy rear end...(feel for you having to witness that - would surely turn MY stomach) but still glad you shared this today. :-) Makes my day better!

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  3. I love how you write. You give everything a little "tweak" and it's wonderful!

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  4. Hilarious :) Glad I found your blog!

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  5. Ahh, to be a teenager again, LOL.

    Peace, Love and Chocolate
    Tiffany

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  6. LOL, sucks to be him now doesn't it.

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  7. Hairy Ass! You crack me up!

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