a grievance or two

A) why the hell do you put up a stink when I ask you to take your effing ID out of your effing wallet. You think I can see the license number and the expiration date, and see your picture through that filthy piece of plastic enough to type it into the computer?
B) I need your ID in the first place because I don't know who you are, stupid
C) Why do you think its okay to park your car in my drive through and make four other people wait for you to add all your checks, and OH! You don't even have a deposit slip, and OH WAIT, can I get you a pen too, and give suckers to your kids while their are FOUR OTHER PEOPLE waiting to make deposits behind you.
D) I am not a human being. It is okay if you do not respond to my 'hello' or my 'have a good day'. And also if you could boss me around a little and have me staple stuff for you and give you your balance and give you a print out and call your mom and dry clean your shirts and count your $700 in ones. It's okay. It's cool, dude.


Sorry. Just putting it out there. I don't know how much I love this job anymore.