Today's OneWord: Faulted

The customer faulted me for the bad product, which of course infuriated me. It was not up to me to check every box to see if a blender of microwave operated properly; that was on the manufacturer, not the cashier. And yet, here I was, staring down my scrawny manager, who drummed his fingers up and down the armrest of his chair like he was about to die at any moment.

"I might have to write you up for this," he warned me.

I scrunched up my nose. "That's fucking stupid."

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