Had a pretty busy day today. Had GS with my friends after breakfast. It was followed up by a rather hectic afternoon. Went around to collect sponsorships for the upcoming ICarnival. And I arrived at a particular pharmacy to do just that. Here’s roughly what happened :

ME vs. PHARMAB!TCH

I stepped into the pharmacy. And to give the person-in-charge some basic respect, I flashed her my ever so charming smile.

Me :
Good evening. I’m myname from myclub of myschool. I’ve been here previously to seek sponsorship for the ICarnival.

PharmaB!tch :
(Stares at me, and gives me the i’m-clearly-a-bitch-and-I-*fillintheblank*-with-random-dogs-on-the-street look). So? (What the heck? Her mum must not have taught her any basic courtesy!)

Me :
(Shit. This lady is definitely clueless. Or she’s plain stupid with some memory loss). So you’ve told me to come around when the day’s near and you’ll give out sponsorship.

PharmaB!tch :
So what you want me to do? (OMG is she REALLY THAT stupid? I mean, come on! She should understand basic English! I’m not speaking French or something.)

Me :
*patience* So can you sponsor? (She herself told us previously to come the next time and that she would sponsor)

PharmaB!tch :
(Instantly she gave me the look of a rabies-infected b!tch) Okay so how much do you want me to sponsor?

Me :
(Still trying to maintain cool, calm and collected) Any amount to your convenience. (I smiled politely).

PharmaB!tch strutted off to the cashier money-changing machine and slammed – yes, SLAMMED (she definitely has some anger-management problems) – the buttons on it and practically hauled out a RM50 note and strutted back to me and tossed it onto the glass table where I was leaning. (I almost muttered ‘your politeness is definitely highly respected’.)

Me :
Do you want a receipt?

PharmaB!tch :
Yes, better. (and walked off to her customer)

I was left writing out the receipt. I should have written ‘pharmacy b!tch’ for the ‘Received By’ part.
After I had done with the receipt, I walked to her and passed it over.

PharmaB!tch :
(pretended to have not noticed me and busy)

Me :
Here’s the receipt.

PharmaB!tch :
(No resppnse – i think she suddenly turned deaf and couldn’t speak)

Me :
(Handed a letter to her) Here’s our letter of appreciation. (I think it’s lying somewhere in the trash can now, unopened.)

PharmaB!tch :
(without even looking) Just leave it there.

Me :
Thank you. (And I walked out of the pharmacy and muttered ‘Bitch’)

Now of course I DIDN’T say that word out although she clearly is one.

I’m a civilised, mother-got-teach 19-year-old teenager