I don't understand mankind. I won't try to, because i can never understand them.
I hate ___. Although they are of the same race and they speak a common language, Mandarin, i still dislike them.
Today i have two groups of them coming into my shop, browsing and browsing. You know am not that kind of sales person who will keep bugging you and get you buy my goods. Just feel free and look around. I will only serve when you need help. Personally i hate people coming to me and bugging me "can i help? you want to try? blahblahblah" Right. The point was, they kept bugging me about the pricing.
EXCUSE ME! I TAGGED EVERY PIECE OF THE TEES OKAY!
Fine, you're lazy and so i'll tell you. With working order brains, you would assume, the pricing of teeshirts would be about the same price, no? Hey, they're from the same rack! They kept asking and asking and asking. Nevermind that, its my job. Okay, BE NICE AND PUT IT BACK LAH! bugger. No, they leave it everywhere. Fine, that's my job too. Finally they picked a sales item, that was $13.
He: Can i try?
Me: No, it's sales item.
He: Okay. Got bigger size?
Me: No, Large is the biggest.
He: Okay. *Stuffing the top back somewhere.
And he went on flipping, saw another polo tee on another rack, picked it up come to me.
He: how much this?
Me: $32.90.
He: Okay. *Throwing it back somwhere else. Pick another colour."
He: How much this?
His friends at the back shouting, "yi yang jia jian!"
Me: 32.90!
Flipflipflip and keep flipping!
"Hao, na ge!"
WAHLAU! Stay there for twenty mins and end up getting the $13 sales item. :/
The bloody thirteen bucks sales i have to rearrange my tees, jackets and what have you.
OMG!
Today is just horrible. And i thought only this group of people would look for sales item or press for more discount. Am very wrong. Another frigging rude angmoh couple came in, picked a coat that was $89.90, slammed it on the table and went "half price, i buy." CRAZY!
What is the world coming to? An evil world that is going mad.
And although I've been arguing with someone on an average of twice a day, everything's going good. Somehow the feeling of wanting and needing just seems to grow each day and I wonder if it's good or bad.
Happy thirteenth month, my boy.
Keep the love growing.
xoxoxo
Chelsea's gonna win.
What say you?
Byebye.
