A woman came in with one of the most impressive half-sleeve tattoo jobs I’ve ever seen.  I think she’s a hairdresser at the salon in our complex.  Next time she comes in, I think I’m going to compliment her on it.

But then the douchetard who “manages” the Gelateria came in and started douching up the place and getting douchebaggery all over the store.  And I get to dislike him in TWO languages.

(Heavy latin accent) “What kind of music is this?”

“It’s No Hay Nadie Como Tú by Calle 13”

“It’s gross”

“If you don’t like it, you can leave” *facepalm*

And his mother isn’t any less of a douchebag either.  True story.  Hopefully, he’ll stop bothering me and I’ll never see (or hear) his mother again.  And the tattoo hairstylist will return promptly.