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You know, I can take a lot of verbal abuse in good humor. You can insult my body, my voice, my clothing, pretty much anything about me, and I will be fine and probably agree with you. But one thing you do not want to insult is my intelegence. I have worked very hard to be as versed as I am in grammer, mathamatics, and social economics. To be versed in these, first I had to learn simple listining skills. When these first grade skills are insulted, I take offense. Yes, I know this seems a bit random, but I have a story to go with it.
Tonight at work, wich will probably be last night to most of you, I helped this one woman. she was shorter than me by about three inches, wore glasses, and here hair was dyed blond. I could tell because there was about three inches of brown roots showing. It's just me and Nick working, and he was doing something on the other end of the oven, so it was just me making this woman's sandwiches. This is exactly how our conversation went.
ME:"Hello, what can I get for you?"
WOMAN:"I'd like two regulars, one with everything on it and one with just tomato and lettuce."
ME:"On white or wheat?"
WOMAN:"one on white, one on wheat"
ME:*getting bread* "is this for here or to go?"
HER:*Patronizingly*"to go" then she said something about ham.
ME:*getting to cooled racks from the oven*"So you want two ham sand..."
WOMAN:"No, weren't you listining? I said I don't want ham"(from here on out, it was like she was talking to an two year old.)
ME:*hiding frustration* "then what do you want?"
WOMAN:"turkey, I said that, I'm going to say this slow so next time I come in you get it right." I had it from there, so I stoped listining.
ME:*at this point, I couln't care less what she got, and I was just trying to resist the urge to spit in her food, and I treated her like she was treating me, like a two year old* "What cheese would you like"
WOMAN:"American"
ME:"White american or yellow american?"
WOMAN:"Yellow, you know, both would be nice."
I didn't say anything after that, the sandwiches were done and I sent them through the oven. But in that short conversation she called into question my listining skills, my ability to make a turkey sandwich, and I'm sure she is going to complain to some poor SOB about me then I'm going to have to answer to Namit. I'm just glad Nick cashed her, I do not think that I could have taken her counting the change, checking the cash register's math, making sure everything is right when I know it is because before I even tell the customer what the total is I have checked it three times. I hate her. I hope she chokes and dies. then rots. She isn't even worth an embalming.
okay, so for future reference, don't insult my intelegence, and we should be fine!
"You won't fool the Children of the
Revolution" ~Moulin Rouge |
