It’s something people seem to think I do often. I disagree. I think I am taking a proactive approach to being left alone. But, you say tomato I say fuck off, ass ears.
I am attempting to take care of a persons issue. It’s not a difficult issue. But, it does require the attention of the person whose problem it is.
Trouble is, I’m not getting that. From the moment she entered she’s barely had time to look up from texting to even get out what problem it is she wants me to handle.
I ignore this, explain what she needs to do to remedy her problem then ask her a question so I can precisely fix her problem. To which I get this answer,
“Clickety click clackety clack clackclackclack clack click.”
Sensing the problem that forced her to leave her home and drive to me is less important than her texting I decide to give her some alone time so walk away.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear a human voice. “Don’t fucking walk away from me! That’s rude, you rude fucking prick.”
Wow! A double rude with a prick chaser! Impressive.
The problem at hand is, all the responses in my head will, undoubtedly, render me unemployable at this, and potentially, most other establishments. I’ll have to wait, be patient, and see if I get an opening that, although maybe not as satisfying, won’t get me canned.
So I walk over to her and say,
“I’m sorry you feel that way. It seemed to me you were engrossed in texting so I figured whatever your issue you needed my help with was of less importance.”
“Of course it’s fucking important! Why else would I fucking come here?”
“To get my advice on your issue which, while you were texting, I offered.”
“Yeah? What was it?”
“I gave you that information and now I must take care of this next customer. Good luck.”
I go to the other customer and, of course, she caused a ruckus and said she’d have my job.
“Here ya go.” I reply handing her the card of my boss. “I’m sure he’ll be excited to see your resume. And, if you get the job, you’ll see just how much fun it is to deal with people like yourself.”