Dear, Late Night Assholes

Go the fuck home because I know I want to, instead I'm having to deal with annoying bitches like you all. Quit asking me if we are closed, while I'm counting out the register and already barricaded the doors. Don't give me sad face outside the windows while repeating over and over "But I came all the way from Canada", I don't care. And occasionally while in a good mood I'll let you shop after hours, don't walk around the store and take your sweet fucking time choosing a shirt. Just a friendly reminder, when the gate is closed with a lock chances are the store is CLOSED.
Sincerely,
An annoyed sales associate