Ohhhhhh fuck off, fuck right off, I am not in the mood to be misgendered by some entitled fossil of a woman splitting hairs about her stupid picture frame, go take a long walk off a short pier
Fun conversation to have at 11am on a Monday:
"Did I speak with Mr Lindemann before?"
"No you spoke with me, I'm Ms. [Surname]"
"No I spoke to a man before"
"No you didn't, you spoke to me and I'm a woman"
"No I didn't"
"...yes you did, I'm the only employee here"
"Perhaps you didn't understand me, the person I spoke to was tall with red curly hair"
"Yes, that's me"
"And what's your name?"
"Ms. [Surname]"
"Oh I see, perhaps I got 'confused', I'm sorry."
She then preceeded to try and squirm her way out of being a total bitch but I didn't cede a single millimeter, and I'll make her suffer when she comes back into the shop in person too
Not the best strategy to repeatedly insult the woman directly responsible for deciding if you get to change your order and how much you pay for it, the toffee-nosed waste of oxygen
