Rude ass people. Am I right?
Most of us carry some sort of filter in our day to day
conversations. Sometimes thoughts pop in our heads that can take even us by
surprise. I know I’ve had those moments where I’m like, wow, I’m glad I didn’t say that, or, I can’t believe that thought came from me. We’ve all had them. Our brain gives us a bit of a window to decide if what we’re constructing
in our minds is worth vomiting out all over others. Most of the time, we make the
right choice.
But apparently, not all people’s filters are working
correctly.
There are people out there that just let it fly. I find it
amazing, the things people feel compelled to say. Like, for instance, pointing
out slight grammatical errors in your language—even though most everybody speaks
informally nowadays. Hell, we’re lucky if
we manage to get all the words out. Because unless we’re standing in front of a
judge, or maybe our boss, most of the time we’re falling into ‘text speak’. Lots
of times, at least for me, that also means falling into a bad accent as I say
it.
What? It’s fun.
I once had a customer first correct the way I stated
something, than chastise me for not taking such communication seriously in a
job where I had to speak formally with other people. Really, lady? I’m selling
you a stick of fragranced aluminum wax that you’re going to rub back and forth
over your damp and sweaty arm pits. Formality seems a bit…overrated.
Fine. How about
this:
My sincerest apologies, dearest customer, for not taking the
time to plan and plot each word whilst you and your husband search for the
correct and preferred form of scented deodorant. I am a disgrace to my business and to the
human race.
There. Feel better?
All I’m saying is people just need to relax. Settle down.
But some customers want to be angry.
I had a customer yell at me today for not helping her in
fragrance—even though she was already being helped by another associate. And to
make matters worse, that associate was the one who could actually answer her
questions. Yet she stared me down as I was in the middle of helping another
group of women, and when I finally acknowledged her heavy, beady eyes—she immediately
accused me of ignoring her on purpose.
I guess sometimes you just can’t win.
Luckily, I’m one of those people that can just shrug it off.
Yep, that’s me. Shrugging it off. Seven hours later. Totally letting it go. Yep.
Not peeved about it even a little bit…
…Ah, Hell. Fuck it.
Cheers to you all,
and happy shopping!!
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