Being a mean bitch and not sorry for it

This is a repost from “chopsuey.”

I went to a loading station in the Atrium mall one afternoon. The saleswoman was suplada. And if there’s one thing I can’t stand in this world – it’s a suplada saleswoman. I paid my dues. She handed me the change. Among the stack was a “repaired” P20 bill. It was torn in half and quite worn.

Being the conscious buyer-slash-consumer that I am, I politely asked her if she could replace it with a better bill. She said no and that it was the last P20 bill in her register, she alleged.

Papatihon nya ‘ko? So I gave her another option: to give me P20 worth of coins. As if I read her mind, I added if she could give me P5 or P10 coins.

Once more she declined and painstakingly picked P1 coins in her register. She was a total bitch that I threw the battered P20 bill at her and waited for my replacement coins. She got irritated by my act and said, “Ngaa ginhaboy mo ko kwarta? Kwarta ina ya kag imo man to gani kwarta, etc.”

I was totally shut in my world when she ranted against me. At least I provoked her and she reacted.

To hell with that silly rodent. I’m looking forward to the day I’ll buy load credits from her again and see what happens./JPC