Language Warning

There was a line ten people strong and I was serving a gentleman, when a pair of young women interrupted me to ask, tongue piercings and bras on display, where the latest Veronicas CD was.

'If you wouldn’t mind just hopping to the back of the queue, I’ll see if it’s in stock when it’s your turns, thanks.'

This prompted muttered obscenities, and the girls stormed away. 

Minutes later, when the line had died down and the two women had been placed on a listening station to sample the CD, my workmate Mark told me he overheard them saying, 'If that girl behind the counter says one more thing, I am going to rip her a new arse hole.'

I had a good chuckle over this, and when I sold them the CD, mentioned, 'By the way, ladies, you might want to watch what you say when you can easily be overheard.'

'Well YOU might wanna get a new fucking attitude, BITCH.'

A stream of inventive swear words and hand gestures ensued, and the altercation finished with a five cent coin being thrown at my chest.

'That’s all you're worth, bitch!'

I was unable to refrain from yelling back, 'Consider yourself banned... bitches.'