Where are the crazy people in Tampa??

They're in Staples!  I met one today - she was horrendous, to be kind...really, really kind.  She was one of those people that you know to stay away from because they're in a hurry and are going to run over anyone in their way.  She came to me with a pack of spiral notebooks and a "pencil case."  I proceeded to check her out - she was very short with me about everything.  She only had two items, and I had to call a manager over twice to assist her.  The second time the manager came over she dragged him off to show him the "pencil case" that was supposed to be "25 cents."  After holding up the line for a minute I began to hear "You're a F!@*ing liar" coming from the aisle where she had taken the manager.  Finally, five minutes later, while the manager was trying to escort her out of the store she insisted on checking out.  

She came back to me, even more perturbed than before and demanded that I check her out.  I had entered both items into the computer and when I told her the total she let out the most obnoxious sound I've heard recently.  I told her that she needed to tell me what to take off the total if she didn't want it all.  She replied with, "I just want the notebooks.  I don't need your mouth."  To this, the very sweet, old gentleman behind her in line replied with, "And we don't need yours," to which he added a very sincere smile and a wink at me.  The woman continued with, "This matter does not concern you, stay out of it...please."  The old gentleman continued, "You're not being very polite."  Finally, having had enough the woman said, "I was polite, I said please."  As I handed the bitch the source of her problem and her receipt I answered politely, "Sorry for the inconvenience.  I was polite too, I apologized.  Have a nice day."  I smiled at her snarling, despicable face, and the old gentleman said cooly as she took her bag, "Please, have a nice day," and winked once more.  

The manager proceeded to escort her out of the building and then returned to me and said, "You can take a break too - if you need one."  I thought about it, but I never took it.  It wouldn't have made a difference though, I wouldn't have gotten what I needed from it; a double shot of rum and my fist in the bitch's teeth.  Instead I finished my shift and went home after closing.  Chris and I are now watching the NFL preseason opener with the Colts playing the Redskins and the rum is soon to come.  As this day draws to a close, and I get to work an eight hour shift tomorrow, I remember what the old gentleman said to me as the bitch walked away, "Don't sweat the small stuff."  Remember that.