Yesterday I bought gas and coffee at the Esso on Mcleod & 69th. The girl working behind the counter was yapping on the phone the entire time. I don't really want to hear the ######ed gossip of a complete stranger, but I understand if she does it while I'm making my coffee.
Please, though. When I come to the counter, is it asking too much to tell your friend to hold on and acknowledge my presence?
Not a single break in the conversation, didn't even say a single word to me. She pointed to the pump I was on, then pointed to the coffee, punched the buttons and handed me a receipt.
The worst part about it was that she was doing all the talking. That meant that I saw plenty of her gnarly Klingon teeth. Ew.
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