Hey frenchie fuck you!

So a couple of weeks ago this french comes with his stuff to the store and tries to market a bunch of stuff to the wife. Of course he comes on a Friday when we are super busy. We had a very busy Friday but when I am in the store I can handle all the phone calls and vendors and inquiries and talk to people while she is styling someone and can concentrate on selling. Anyway this dude has really never done plus which is a whole different world than the straight sizes. He swears he can do it but they almost never do. I have a new policy that we only put in a minimal order with a new vendor because I want to see the fit and the difference between the sample and the final production pieces because sometimes they can be wildly different. Because of the fucking tax season I wasn't around so I wasn't able to put the kibosh on some of the stuff but the order was small enough that I didn't care. Anyway this guy calls up and was extremely rude to my sales girl when we weren't there to take his call. I emailed him to tell him to take a chill pill. I mean we didn't seek him out, he is trying to sell to us so he should realize that and not be an arrogant french asshole. I mean I really hate the French. I don't want to buy from them. His shit wasn't that special anyway. Did I mention I really hate the French. I mean I don't even get French's mustard on my hot dog it's Guldens all the way. So he writes me this incoherent email where he says he cancel my order because nobody ever talked back to him like that before. Did I mention I hate the French. He wasn't used to plain spoken Brooklyn Guido speak. I am really happy he cancelled. I mean I don't even really like French Fries.

Did I mention I hate the French.