Customer: "Hey, do you guys have (random brand name) of wine?"
Me: "Hmm, I'm not sure, let me check." (Keep in mind we carry at the very least a hundred different brands of wine. No way I'm going to remember all of them.) *Walk to back of store where wine is kept, and nope. Walk back to window.
"Nope, we don't, ma'am/sir."
Customer: "Hmm, well, do you have (random brand of wine)?"
Me: Just having seen it "Yes we do. Would you like a bottle?"
Customer: "How much is it?"
Me: "I don't know, I'd have to check." (Keeping in mind, not all wine is the same price of course, as you could imagine with having such a large selection.*
Customer: "Would you mind?"
Me:" Suuuuure..." Walk all the fucking way back again, and bring back the bottle. 'Ha, got the bitch this time, I'M not making another trip.'
"It's X dollars, ma'am/sir."
Customer: "Hmm, that's too much. I'm not sure what I want..."
WELL THEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU UNBELIEVABLY INFURIATING USELESS LAZY FUCKWIT CUNT, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN THE STORE AND LOOK THE FUCK AROUND, BECAUSE I'M NOT STANDING AT THIS GODDAMN DRIVE-THRU WINDOW GETTING BLASTED WITH 100+ DEGREE WIND FOR 20 MINUTES BECAUSE YOU'RE RETARDED WHILE I'VE GOT A THOUSAND OTHER THINGS I COULD BE GETTING ACCOMPLISHED, NOT TO MENTION THE OTHER PEOPLE IN THE STORE WAITING TO BE RUNG UP BECAUSE YOU'RE INDECISIVE.
And while we're at it, if you come to the drive-thru and ask for the big bottle, and when I bring you he biggest bottle of something we have, you say, "Oh no, I didn't want one that big," GO FUCK YOURSELF. Don't come to the drive-thru window if you don't know what the fuck you want or what the fuck you're asking for. It already takes way too fucking long to help people at the drive -thru window compared to the counter. And I'm not going to juggle all 5 or 6 different sizes of bottles to show you what we have. Fuck you. Waste of motherfucking time. You should have been aborted. Half-pint, Pint, Fifth, Liter, Half-gallon. Those are your options with very few exceptions, fuckface. Not big and small. If you're incapable of remembering any more than big and small, then you need to come into the store and point at what you want and grunt like the retarded cave-dweller you are.
Hm, I feel better.