The girl who just can't play it cool

Where I used to work, they came in every day, several times a day. Now where I work, most customers are young women that are always some degree of pleasant. I don’t want to say I miss those old men… But at least they had character. They said whatever the fuck they wanted. They didn’t give a shit how they sounded. They didn’t care that it wasn’t polite or politically correct or even if you were listening. They had something to say, so they said it- loudly, in broken English, with spittle on their face, and with their beefy hands wildly gesticulating. In my new store, there’s no sense of bullish aggressiveness that those men carried with them. Everyone is so rational and understanding that it’s almost boring. Sometimes I kind of wish someone would pick a fight with me or yell at me incoherently in Portuguese. Just to spice up my day a bit.