Retail, you fucking cunt

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Retail, you fucking cunt, early hours the man leaves home and late at night he returns. You rob him of his time spent with family. The only time he gets to do what he wants is on the rare occasion you grant him off, leave, or worse, illness befalls him. You are worse than death as you suck out every drop of life from us and keep us coming back yet another day. There are no pleasantries, the man plays the role of a broken record with each new person who comes to his station- Track 1: Hi Mam/sir. Track 2: Do you have a smart shopper card? And Track 3: Do you need bags? That’s the greatest hits collection of every cashier in retail

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