Complaint After Complaint

Okay, so I may not be a highly trained specialist in my line of retail work, but don’t come at me telling me what you think the best deal is, whether it be coupon or sale price, etc… The register will ring in the best deal for you. How do I know this? Well, it’s because you are only the millionth billionth moron who thinks we’re trying to sheist you.
Complaining to me about the prices of things is going to do diddly. I have no control, and I am not about to call corporate for you. As much as you think the company is trying to royally screw you, believe it or not, you just don’t matter that much for us to give a crap about you.
Aside from me being speicific, don’t think that you can get away with this kind of behavior anywhere else either. Don’t tell your kid’s teacher that it’s his or her fault your kid is failing. It’s most likely because your kid isn’t doing his homework. Don’t tell your nurse how to administer an IV or that you need a private room for a sprained ankle. Don’t tell your waitress that breakfast shouldn’t end at 11 and that she doesn’t know what an adequate amount of ice is required to qualify for an iced tea. Et al. Et al.
I don’t show up to your office and tell you how to sit on your ass all day. Don’t show up to my job—without any experience doing it—and tell me how it should be done! If you’re going to be rude, I’ll just ignore you until you leave.