>Go to the bakery
>A new qt girl works behind the counter
>"That's 6.50", she says, barely looking at me
>I hand her my money
>"Don't even exist if you're not 8/10," I whisper to myself as she gets my change
>I pick up my pastries and leave
>Say "genetically inferior," over and over on the walk back to my car
well to her you're just a piece of dirt purchasing something
you're not really a human being that she's talking to
If it makes you feel any better she probably treats every other customer similarly if they aren't a chad or a close friend. This morning I got a drink from the gas station and the girl didn't look at me the entire transaction, mumbled my total so low I had to make her repeat herself, moved on to the next customer before I even got my shit off the counter. At least you don't have to deal with shitty people in a service position all day
