I have the worst job right now that I’ve ever had. I work for a guy that makes dentures, and I just want to say that old ladies with no teeth are bitches. Maybe our dentures are shitty. Maybe they don’t fit. But I schedule the appointments and answer the phones. I don’t make the damn things. But these ladies don’t say anything to the guy that makes the dentures about it. They wait until they get back out to the front desk area to yell at me about it. So yeah, i guess that’s all I’ve got.
Sympathies.
Yeah, well be thankful.
If they had teeth they’d be mean and dangerous.
Note to self: Kill self before I get old, toothless and crotchety.
Back to you.
Nah. 'Cause when I get dentures, I’m gonna have 'em design with fangs!
Then you’ll see how mean I can be! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
eats_crayons that will be one newish mac monitor I’ll be needing. And a keyboard.
Sheesh woman, your one liners just kill me, even without the fangs.
Hotrail- I think you should floss your teeth at the nasty old ladies. Just to piss them off.
Tell them they’re not for use with cafeteria food.
That’ll teach 'em.
Try working front desk at a hotel. Getting screamed at at 2am by drunks mad about something you had nothing to do with really teaches you lessons about mean people.
After drunks I’d rate druggies then older folks as the most stress causing (strangly old couples come in the ultra friendly can’t be ruffled type and the endless whiney pain in the ass type with nothing inbetween)