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Jeers to the snot of a cashier working Fri., 3/4. My mom totally appreciated not only your "I've got way better things to be doing than earning a paycheck" attitude, but your little troll of a price check girl's as well. Not sure when it became good business to embarrass a customer in front of a line of people (which, hollering anything about Prep-H from several lanes away will most assuredly do every time) but please be thankful that I wasn't present, because I can GUARANTEE that YOU little bitches would have been the ones ultimately embarrassed. P.S. Hope your store manager likes the letter I talked Mom into sending.