whatever...bitch

Boycott the restaurant at IKEA Alexandra.

(I'll try to vent my frustration without using profanities. BITCH is not a profanity.)

When my mum flashed her IKEA Friends card at IKEA Tampines to redeem a drink, she was immediately handed a cup.
When I flashed the card at IKEA Alexandra to redeem a drink, the bitchy cashier insisted that I go find the Friends counter, use my card to redeem a drink coupon, then go back to her to redeem my drink.

HELLO?! If your Friends counter is located at the entrance of the restaurant, then I dun mind.
BUT your Friends counter is soO0 out of the way, I even had to ask people along the way before I eventually found it.

So you expect me to "earn" my drink by doing exercise when I dun even care to exercise at home?! So I'm suppose to adapt to your inflexibility and bossiness while you comfortably sit your big fat ass on that cashier stool?!

It's not as if you have to keep the drink coupon for reference, or use it to wipe your big fat ass after you shit. Eventually the drink coupon will still be returned to me.

I'm already pissed, and our dear bitchy cashier brought it to a whole new level.

When I politely asked if I could pay by NETS, she said "WHATEVER" while looking in another direction.

THAT'S IT MAN. THAT'S IT.
我没有当场发火，算是给你老人家面子。
给你脸，你不要脸。

That totally justifies why I took a feedback form and wrote an essay-length complaint letter.

If you lose your job, you can only blame yourself for saying the "W" word...at a CUSTOMER.
You wanna be a bitch? I'll outdo you.
You wanna step on my toes? I'll step back on yours...and CRUSH them.

NOBODY SAYS "WHATEVER" TO ME.
GET IT? BITCH.
Enjoy your early retirement.
Dun forget to thank me.