Why I am Wrong for my Job

So i was listening to the radio the other day and they were doing a segment where you had to call up and say why you were wrong for your job. This girl called in and said "I'm a checkout chick and I'm wrong for my job coz I hate people especially all my customers."
And I thought: "So? If I had the opportunity I'd commit mass murder everytime I went into work. There are two main reasons for this:
1. They're all fucktards (see below).
2. I could bludge and drink free coffee for four hours.
In an interesting twist, there are two factors which restrain me from bloodthirsty mayhem:
1. My boss is fucking scary and would kill me.
2. I'd have to clean up all the blood. Ugh.

Hypothesis: Almost all (in the measure theoretic sense) customers are fucktards.

Proof:
First, my favourite story. The other day we were really busy (like REALLY busy) and this woman comes up to me- pushing in front of other, less idiotic fucktards- and thrusts a silver thermos into my face. And she says "Your soy milk is off. I bought this coffee an hour ago and left it sitting open on my desk and now look at it! It's like pudding! I've drunk soy milk for 20 years and this only happens when it's off!" I wanted to slap her. Dumb bitch. ANY coffee you leave sitting open for an hour on your desk goes to crap- especially soy.
OK, so most customers think they're better than you- like they've never worked a menial, underpaid and unrespected job. AND they expect you to clean up not only their mess, but their filthy brats' mess- including macdonald's syrup, vomit, chewing gum. Pigs.
I have a message for the world:
I AM NOT PAID ENOUGH TO GIVE A SHIT. SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Thankyou and good night.