I Said No

In my semi-revered professional life, I get the dubious privilege of telling people what to do. A lot. It's the sort of thing that, even if one didn't desire it in the first place, becomes rather addicting, or at the least, customary.

This is why pushy salesgirls pimping clothing store credit cards with 23% interest over and over after I've thrice refused and made it abundantly clear that I don't want the motherfucking 30% off my purchase today, goddammit, irritate me.
It annoys me for several reasons, but perhaps the best and most important is that
I SAID NO!

Comments

Jessica said…
Oh, that dragon is so cute...
12:41 AM
V said…
Oh, tsk, tsk. Pokemon without control just create anarchy. And I happen to know that small dragons like pockets.
9:40 PM
Latigo Flint said…
Well there's your problem if you're saying no like Pocket Dragon says it.

I don't care what the word is, every green inch of Pocket Dragon is shouting "oh hhhhhhell yes!"
11:09 PM
Anonymous said…
I like to accept the applications at stores, get halfway through the app, and then say, "Wait, does it matter that I just finished a 12-year stint for credit card fraud?"
3:15 PM
Julie said…
I like that answer about the 12 yr stint,, lol!

Yeah, that is really irritating, do they think we are too shy to ask for a credit card? LOL
5:33 PM
V said…
Nice one, Pip. :)
4:40 PM
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