I told a clerk to fuck off the other day. I was in line and this dingbat and a customer were talking like there wasnt a line. "So where are you from?" DB customer asks "are you from Vegas?"
This cunt clerk, gasps as if being from Vegas was akin to being a child rapist, "God NO! I'm from Cuntville, such and such. I hate it here!"
To which my gut, knee jerk reaction was," Then fucking leave"
Every head in store turned and looked at me.
"Excuse me?!" Cuntville transplant
"Fucking leave. Dont sit here and talk shit about my city. You hate here, fuck off, leave." My tone of voice was calm, and I wasn't raising my voice at all. Just kind of matter of fact. I knew as soon as I finished my sentence, I wasn't going to get checked out, so I followed it with, "Like this" and I just left my cart in the line walked out.
There was one lone dude laughing his ass off, while the rest of the hens were flabbergasted. I felt pretty good about the whole thing.