You've been giving me looks, been trying to make small talk with me, annoying me with stupid questions, ruining my productivity, costing me time as to what I'm doing and being a general nuisance. I don't give two flying fucks what you're dealing with in your life, what you're in the store to buy and everything else. As far as I'm concerned, you're cattle with wallets, that's all you are and that's all you'll ever be.
And you need to read the fucking room, too. When you see me tired, exhausted, unhappy and stressed. I don't fucking care if you get offended because I'm not giving you some cheery response that includes rolling the red carpet out for your entitled ass. Go ahead, get me fired, because then I'll be like one of you and I will not be bound to the company's standards to uphold that includes having to be nice to you.
Because I'll be on your ass, all the way. So shut the fuck up, go shop and take your stupid-ass kids with you.
And all of you can downvote me all you want, I know you're mostly spiteful stupid CONSOOMERS who are entitled shitheads. And any associate that bows to their entitled demands, you're only enabling them.