Do not come up to my gift shop, ask me how much the big bag of chips are, and then cry to me about the injustice of the world. It's a hotel gift shop, moron. Of course that shit will be jacked up. You're too fucking lazy to go down the street to the Mac's? We're more than happy to plunder your wallet.
Him: Four bucks? How do you sleep at night?
Me: I don't.
*cue cheesy music*
Yeah. I even laughed at myself for that joke. He was less than amused, though, but, I expected nothing less than a guy who paid me in dimes when I clearly saw he had two toonies in his hand as well.
Day one of 12 hour shift, almost done.
Day two, coming up.