J. Cross, Manager
"I'm so sick of all you people coming into my store. Go the hell away and I never want to see any of you in here again, or I'll call the police!!"
At your statement, the man farts and then urinates on himself again. This is getting fucking ridiculous. You hate when they do this. You hate freaking homeless people in your store.
"This is your last warning, I'm calling the fucking police"
You keep forgetting to watch your language now that you're a manager and you see some old ladies shopping in your store staring at you as if you have just punched each and every single one of them in the face with your dick. In that way it means they looked like they were offended.
You step away from words for a second, and lose it. You resort to violence, which is always the answer. You shove on the man, but he is too heavy and practically anchored to the floor.
You're fed up.
At your statement, the man farts and then urinates on himself again. This is getting fucking ridiculous. You hate when they do this. You hate freaking homeless people in your store.
"This is your last warning, I'm calling the fucking police"
You keep forgetting to watch your language now that you're a manager and you see some old ladies shopping in your store staring at you as if you have just punched each and every single one of them in the face with your dick. In that way it means they looked like they were offended.
You step away from words for a second, and lose it. You resort to violence, which is always the answer. You shove on the man, but he is too heavy and practically anchored to the floor.
You're fed up.