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I answered a customer's question about an alternative to her usual drink (I work at a coffee kiosk) and I gave her a detailed explanation of her options. She was very nice and things went smoothly. The 4'2'' maroon-haired burden on society BEHIND her however decided it was time to lecture the young pup about his habit of wasting time by...doing his job:
"I just want a short cup of coffee and I don't care about any of the socializing!"
You don't even need to hear the rest of the story at this point. What was I supposed to do?
"Sorry ma'am, the wrinkly old bitch behind you looks like she REALLY needs her tiny, barely effective cup of joe, which, by the way, I happen to know isn't very good because...well...it starts with P and ends with E. Let's just leave it at that."
Oh, but see, I would have had to have gone to great lengths just to push aside this little thing called "customer inquiry" in order to field your ever so difficult request for stained water you're going to spill all over the condiment bar for me to clean up later. Maybe there's some other thing I could have said?
"Uh oh, hurry this up, I think our 'peaceful exchange of information relevant to the transaction' has just entered the 'FRIENDLY ZONE'! Ma'am, I think if we go any further in our little relationship here, the wilted rose back there is going to be a little intimidated by our ability to be cordial and, well, we just can't have that. Run along now!"
If ever I write another one of these, I must end each time by reminding you all that...
~Marin County is a pompous community of entitled assholes who haven't worked a day in their lives.~