I JUST SLAYED A FUCKBOY AT WORK TODAY.

OKAY SO

My boss, her son, and one of his friends came in towards the end of the day today which is fine, ya know? Her son is nice to me, but his friend… no. He’s a dick.

But anyways, I decided to wear a cute floral tank top with a flared out bottom, and a pair of shorts cause it’s hotter than Satan’s asshole out today.
So I’m bent over/crouching so i can clean the glass casings ‘cause they’re all smudged to fuck, and this assholes says;
“Damn honey, back that ass up on over here!”

So I stand up and say; “You better back your ass up before I punch you in your fucking face.” And before he could say anything back I said; “I’m a human being, not your cheap blow-up doll. Treat me with respect or get the hell out.”

AND HE LOOKED SO FUCKING OFFENDED LIKE I JUST KILLED HIS FAMILY OR SOMETHING AND MY BOSS, WHO WAS STANDING IN THE DOORWAY THE ENTIRE TIME, LOOKED AT HIM AND SAID, “YOU HEARD HER, MUTUAL RESPECT OR GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STORE”
AND OMFG I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.