Who the fuck do you think you are?

Entitled People... Prissy Bitches... Get out of my store.

Some bitch come into my store the other day and says she has a $2000 coffee machine (really? sure its not an espresso machine? Either way, I'm terribly impressed.) and that really oily beans clog it. Ummm sounds like a piece of shit to me if you cant drink Verona or Arabian Mocha Sunani, but hey it cost two grand, so keep it.

So I try and steer her towards Breakfast Blend and she wants to see the beans. Fine. I open a back and she reaches in before I can say "hey, not sanitary... you best be buying this" She then rubs the beans with her hands and dumps it BACK into the bag. "Ehhh" she days. "What else do you have?"

A co-worker mentions Brazil. "Can I see that?"

"Sure" I say. I don't have any opened bags from french press which would make this SOOOO much easier but I oblige and open yet ANOTHER bag of beans. This time I dump it into her hand and she says "no-- too oily" and goes to dump it back in the bag. Thankfully I am prepared and I ninja kick her in her stretched out face and she lands on the floor in a pool of blood. OK, not really but I do take the contaminated beans from her and throw them out.

Not realizing what a pain in the ass she is, she finally decides on Breakfast Blend and then leaves.

I guess that is in my job description to help her by any means possible, and maybe this was no big deal, but who does she think she is? Am I just overly sensitive because this job makes me hate humankind?