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Too Many Letters. May Have Writer's Cramp

Dear Guy Who Yelled At His Son Every Time They Were In Together,

Nice denial and poker face when I tried to give you your kid's number. He's only been looking for you for half a year. Good parenting call there.

I am so staying out of this one,
Your cashier

Dear Bitch Who Smells Like An Herbal Essence Factory Exploded In Her Car 2 Minutes Ago,

Seriously? You stink. I may puke. Also, you're mean to strangers. That lady did nothing to you. Karma is a bitch too. She's just more effective. Good luck with that one.

Just an FYI,
The very pregnant one

Dear Still Drunk From St. Patty's Day Parties Down At The U Customer,

Dude. You stink worse than the fruity lady. Shower please. And the twitch for you fix? Yeah, you're not so good at hiding it. Nice try though.

I need a clothespin, a bucket and some Febreeze,
Your still very pregnant cashier

Dear Lady Who Likes To Point Out My Large Pregnancy Every Single Time You See Me Which Is Every Other Day,

I get it. I'm the size of a barn.

Moooooving along,
Farmer Preggo

Dear D Bag On The Phone Who Made Me Want To Fork My Eyes Out,

Yeah, I knew your ass wouldn't show up today. Mr. I'm going to make a special trip to your store so you can fix this problem. When you're wrong, it's OK to admit it. I won't think less of you. I couldn't possibly do that anyway.

I have to remember I love my job,
Your Service With A Smile cashier


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