-The guy at the paint counter who completely ignores me for five minutes while he unloads stock, as I stand, LITERALLY drumming my fingertips on the desk, ten feet away. And then, when I have put in my order and come back ten minutes later, as instructed, to pick it up, he is too busy chatting with another employee about some sweet new scanning gadget (SERIOUSLY??) to address me. I wait patiently for another five minutes, then finally interrupt to say tersely, "I'm kind of in a hurry. Is my paint ready yet?" Shrugging, he glances at the paint mixer machine and says, "I don't think so. Another few minutes." As his fellow employee gives me a raised eyebrow- "Bitch," that eyebrow is saying to me.
-The clueless moron working at the drive-thru carryout who, with a line of three cars, mine included, waiting, stands chatting away with his friend in the first vehicle. Seriously, just stands there, chomping a toothpick and shootin' the breeze with his pal while we are all idling behind them, dollar bills in our hands, waiting for our gallons of milk or whatever. WHO DOES THAT?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
10 comments:
You can buy GALLONS OF MILK at drive-thru carry-outs? Where?
That just what I was wondering! What the hell?
Times like these are when I wish I was more like my husband. He would just bellow "EXCUSE ME! CAN I GET SOME HELP PLEASE?". Which, you know, is humiliating yet effective.
What is the world coming to? At least you only have two people on your list of stranglees. SO FAR.
asshats.
drive-thru carryout? The only things we have like that in Texas are beer barns. You know, where you can drive through and get iced-down longnecks for the ride to the trailer park. :)
I was thinking the same thing as K in the Mirror about the beer barns here in TX. Oh, and the drive-through daiquiri stands in New Orleans. I'd love a drive through grocery place, though.
I hate to say this-but when you're making minimum wage you don't give a s--t!
Lemme just put on my Stranglin' Hat and I'll come help you.
Such a glorious town we live in, huh?
The drive thru places in our state of the union are essentially the Beer Barns, but you get to buy milk too.
Post a Comment