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Hello all,
I worked for Candor as a Sales Assistant for a few months a few years ago. Around 4pm on a pretty much bog standard weekday, I staggered back from a liquid lunch - which had spiralled massively out of control even by my standards - and I decided to set off round the shop I had come to loathe to have a sort of sarcastic look around.
After having a wander, breathing heavily and laughing bitterly at some of the bike parts on display, I asked the owner of Candor (Randy Teen) if I could have a sweet (there was a basket of hard candies - or "boiled sweets" as we call them in the UK - next to the till). I hope I'm not losing too many of you if I say that, for effect, I asked this in a "Kevin the Teenager" kind of voice.
Mr Teen said 'Are you drunk?' as the ferocity of my breath hit him. I replied that I was and that there was nothing he could do about it. He said "Right, that's it, I don't need this - you're shit anyway, you're still on your probationary period, I'm giving you a week's paid notice as agreed and you can leave now". And - as I left - said 'Don't let the door hit you on the way out, you drunken bell-end.' It did.
I remind you, this was shouted at a grown man of no more than than 27 years of age.
I offer this for your consciences. You decide. Do you want to (do) business with these cyclists anymore?
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