A lobotomy obviously.
The complete lack of desire to engage in any face-to-face interaction. Maybe even the ability to dissappear at will.
Guess what sweety, I came into your store today, ready to buy. Something quite expensive actually (do sales girls still work on commission, or is that just Pretty Woman?). I was the only one on the store but hey, maybe you didn't see me, what with your head stuck so far up your ass.
But I saw you. I saw you texting, fiddling about with your earring (they're not that complicated darling... the pointy bit goes through the hole) and wandering off in the opposite direction every time I tried to catch your eye. Trust me, you were one anger-management lesson away from being crash-tackled into a change room and duct-taped to that bloody register. Don't ask me where your phone ends up in this scenario, you, and your proctologist, won't like it.
So you had to work on a Sunday. Boo Hoo You. I'm sure you'd much rather be sipping lattes with your mates, getting your fake-tan done or finding out the name of last nights random shag (yes, you look the type). But tough shit, you're at work. Or maybe, given it's a small boutique (which I'm sorely tempted to name, but can't seem to remember) it's actually your store, in which case, it would be in your best interest to suck it up, put a smile on that surly dial of yours and wring out some actual service from your cold, hard self before someone not quite as Zen as me reaches for the duct-tape.
Daayyuuuummm!!! That's what I am talking about!!! A woman after my own heart. Are you sure you are not from Texas? I think we were seperated at birth- you could be a triplet! ( I have a twin.) I loved it soooo much that I called my twin and read it to her over the phone. She loved it too. Like you, I have a low tolerance for bad service or just down right rude people. Don't get me started about my incident with a fellow shopper yesterday. lol. As always, love love love the blog!!!ReplyDelete
Oooh Six, don't tease me like that - do tell, do tell!! And thanks so much for your bloggy love, you really light up my day. :)ReplyDelete
God, I can so relate to this, but most of my poor service of late has been over the phone. What is it? Don't people believe in service any more? Drive me bonkers!ReplyDelete
Ok.. Since you dragged it out of me. I was a shopping with my 79 year old mother and we are standing in the frozen section. There is more than enough room for this fellow who decides he has to bump into my mom. And he said something real fly to boot. My mom swung around like she was possessed by a demon. So I asked her what did he say.. she would not say. He stopped and looked back. I asked him did he want to go outside talking to my mamma like that!! He froze. I didn't. He walked away. Dang it - don't mess with my mamma!!!!ReplyDelete
Hahaha!! Hell hath no fury, huh? I like it!!ReplyDelete