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Actually he said in a facebook post that he’s not only already voted for Clinton but he’s been doing ground work for her and spent hours canvassing, so that is attractive.

Please tell me he braids his hair. Please.

seriously, wtf was that? Yeah, he’s cute, but why we gotta joke about him getting sexually assaulted? On Jezebel? The fuck?

Just say no to sexual assault jokes.

My Trumpkin “friend” has my Facebook feed plastered with Hero Trump and Pray for Trump craziness. She must just sit there hours liking a blog posts. I tried telling a commenter that there was no gun. Apparently that’s just what the media WANTS us to think.

I was in there yesterday and I was wearing a sweatshirt from a very popular resort in a nearby state. One TJ employee recognized my shirt and said, “I love that place! You should talk to Bruce, he’s been going for years!” And suddenly, there was Bruce, who was hell-bent on having a 10 minute conversation with me about

I worked at a Harris Teeter (South) as an adult and my best method for dealing with customers was leaving them alone if they didn’t want to be bothered.

Have you ever noticed that Trader Joe’s employees are constantly speaking to each other in an overtly cheerful manner about politics and sports?

You should have asked for a manager and demanded he be fired, then thrown your groceries in the manager’s face and refused to pay before storming out while screaming obscenities.

Employees at New Seasons (our local hippie dippie grocers) seem trained to ask questions about the products you’re buying. (“Making something special?” “Oh have you tried this yet? I love it.”) To the point where I dread going there and actively avoid it. Making comments and asking questions about food and toiletry

Every time I shop at Trader Joe’s, the clerk who rings me up gets extremely enthusiastic about something I purchases—like “Oh, that’s the best spaghetti sauce!” or “Oh, I eat this frozen broccoli  every night!”

I appreciate when employees help me, but I don’t need 14 different workers asking me how am I doing. I know there’s mystery shops (which offer nothing of value), but jeez. The problem is certain customers love the attention. “Oh they’re so nice at _____” even though it’s all forced from top to bottom.

This brings back memories of one of my first years of teaching when I worked at a fancy private school that charged the parents plenty and paid their employees peanuts. This one mother complained to the principal that “the teachers didn’t smile enough in the morning”. Generally I always greet my students with a smile

This is why I liked shopping in the UK— They have this reputation for poor customer service but really what it is is that the woman or man ringing you up doesn’t bother to pretend that they’re excited about it. That’s a lot more comfortable than forced pleasantries.

SIGH

What kind of white people bullshit is this.

My guess is that Trump expected Marla, the sidepiece, to stay a sidepiece as a good sidepiece does in his world, and Ivana needed to STFU and tolerate it. Except both of those things didn’t happen because it’s not the 1800s and women have options.

Donald Trump is a cut-rate Hugh Hefner wannabe. A pick up artist giant in his own mind. This behavior will surprise absolutely no one. And 40% of the country is cheering, “Fuck yeah! If I had money like him I’d be slapping women on the ass, too, on camera!”