Currently reading - Poison Kisses by Stephanie Draven
Yeah, I know the title isn't very PC. But what else do you call it when 'Joy to the World' and 'Good Will To Men' go out the effing window this time of year?
The reason I'm in such a pissy mood?
"I'm really sorry I had to put you on hold when you called the store the Saturday before Christmas, but this is Texas, and I'm pretty sure at least three men and possibly two women out of the fifty people in line are carrying guns. I choose my life over finding your precious little ornament.
"Speaking of ornaments, you're one of our gold freaking card members. You've known since JULY that we've got the Selket-damned ornaments in the store. It's not my fault you waited until ten days before Christmas Eve to try to buy them. And it's also not my fault we sold out of the ornament you really wanted for favorite niece IN OCTOBER!
"No, ma'am, I cannot process a return for an ornament dated 1990. See, the date's written right here? Yes, I do understand your mother-in-law just gave it to you yesterday. I still can't take it back. Actually, I go by Ms. Bitch."
This is the only time I really hate the Day Job. On the bright side, I haven't had to call mall security to break up a fist fight between customers this year.
At least, not yet. There's still eleven shopping days to go.
Cool Gus says: How does the US declare war?
1 hour ago