I hate that you have been a garden shop customer here for six years and are soooo self absorbed that you insist on telling me your every last doctors app, medication, bowel movement and argument you have had with your neighbours/family/friends etc...
You think I hang on your every word and am rivited by your exciting life. In your self indulgence, it hasnt occurred to you that the only reason I have to listen to your daily life stories, is that its
my job to be behind this counter and I cannot just walk away...though believe me, I'd like to...
Sad that in the last six years of tales of your fabulous chavvy life... Not only havent you come up for air -
You havent even bothered to find out my name...
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