A "customer" came in today with an electric blue lacoste polo, faded jeans, and aviators along with a douchey looking haircut. I couldn't contain myself and busted up laughing at him (sanjuro was laughing louder than I was) He proceeded to defend himself by saying I looked like I didn't care what I looked like. He, being an idiot didn't realized I really don't care how I look when I'm working at a bike shop., I would rather get a shirt I got for free all gross and greasy rather than a nice one. He then proceeded to talk **** about how I was working a 10$ an hour job and how he was at some motorcycle race picking up chicks. I called him out pointing out that he lived with his mom and next time I looked over he was waiting in his truck for his friend to finish using the shock pump.
edit, I also made the kid, who stole his moms car to get weed, get all butthurt yesterday
The "customer", who has received multiple hookups from the previous manager and we have yet to see a dime of profit, looked just like the pics of collar poppers (which is what made me laugh in the first place) I see here.
I even said that I might deserved to get punched in the face but I could help myself from laughing.
Who knew he would take it so seriously? It was really all in fun, until TheMontashu got involved and made him cry.