After landing my new job as a Bunnings "Greeter"   -   a good find for many retirees,  I lasted less than a  day . . . . . 
About two hours into my first day on the job a very loud, unattractive, mean-acting Bogan babe walked into the store with her two kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance. 
 

 
As I had been instructed, I said, pleasantly, 
"Good morning and welcome to Bunnings." 
I then said, "Nice children you have there. Are they twins?"  
 
The woman stopped yelling long enough to say, 
"No, they ain't effin twins. The oldest one's 9, and the other one's 7, why the hell would you think they're twins? Are you blind, or just effin stupid?" 
 
I replied, "I'm neither blind nor stupid, Madam.   I just couldn't believe someone shagged you twice....     Have a good day and thank you for shopping at Bunnings." 
 
My supervisor said I probably wasn't cut out for this line of  work.