And I'm still mad at the fucking bitch who called this morning looking for a supplement for her dog, but who was apparently unable to turn down her television or speak in a reasonable tone of voice. She eventually hung up on me because of the honest answer I gave to her question "well, what if it wasn't my dog -- what if I told you that I had severe anemia?" (in case you're wondering, the answer was "I'd suggest you see a doctor, or ask you what your doctor recommended.").
People, we are a grocery store. I went to film school, OK? Do you really want me to treat and diagnose your medical conditions? Trust me -- if something's wrong, you want to seek actual medical attention.
x-posted to customers_suck