At the mo I'm sucking a twat-shaped lolly.

I don't think I like working the afternoon shift at my job. I don't have to go in today, thank God, but still, I don't like it. I have a different set of customers than in the morning; these wankers are insane! There are a few pubs near the shop, and piss-heads are always walking/biking past. Sometimes I stand outside with the shop door open, so I see them, and they talk to me. If, of course, by talking I mean they proposition me.

Your Cast of Characters:
Me - Can't afford Fred Perry on the shite wages I get.
J - My mate. He plays violin but his mum doesn't know it.
PH1 - The first idiot I'm writing about here.
PH2 - The second idiot I'm writing about here. Clever, innit?

( Arsehole the First. )

( Arsehole the Second. )

[[ x-posted to customers_suck. ]]