My day at work, in a nutshell:

eblanch:

A man, his wife, two children, and two elderly woman come in. The man calls me “honey”, and “hun” repeatedly. I don’t care who you are, there’s nothing I hate more than being called anything other than my name… especially by a stranger, and especially by a man with his fucking family. I tell him my name and ask him to please call me by it. He responds with, “sure thing hun.” Ok. I bring over their drinks, and as I begin to put them down he says, “mmm… quick and quiet, just the way I like my girls.” What the fuck? Did you REALLY just say that? I fucking hate men. The end.

EW.

Also, I can’t stand being called “hun”. Ugh.