Dear Fuckhead.

Do not think your status as 7/11 store night manager gives you some sort of authority.
Do not, upon realising this, take out your remnant teenage angst on the customer.
We should be friends. There should be a mutual respect going on here. You provide me with what I want and I, by visiting your particular and handing over my shiny banknotes to your greasy hands, are giving you what you want.
But fine. Be a fuckhead if that's what you want. Refuse to believe that ID is my ID, despite the fact it looks like me apart from the fringe and the other guy working with you confirms it's me, force me to pull out every form of identification in my purse and yet still insinuate that I have stolen this wallet from some poor girl who just happens to look exactly like me. Snatch my money from my hand when you do finally realise the stupidity of your sick game. Slam it in the till and storm off. Be a fuckhead. WHATEVERRRRR.....