Warning: Anti-chirpy rant ensues!

I detest and despise overly-chirpy-nicey-nice store clerks.  They make me want to take my fist and shove their nicey-nice words down into their small bowels.  AND I'M A NICE PERSON! 

I had to buy a fax today at the office supply store and the clerk insists she'll be right to help me in a minute--after I replied to her first offer that I didn't need any help.  (I was checking out the price of the ink cartridge so I could compare it elsewhere).  Then when I go to check out she calls me "Hon".  I am NOT her Hon.  THEN she has to walk all the way around a 7-8 foot counter and back around to my cart to pick up the box with the fax so she can shoot it with her price gun, when I was perfectly able to pick the thing up myself if she'd only said she wanted me to.  All the while in this chirpy sweet voice that made me want to puke it had so much sugar in it.  I bet she goes home and yells at her kids.  No I bet she goes home and lets everyone walk all over her.

I was just in one of those moods today.  Leave me alone, dammit!

*grouch*

There I feel so much better now.  Hey!  Whatcha running from?  I'M a NICE PERSON dangnabbit.