It's Sunday, and it's gorgeous out. The
kind of day where you'd rather be ANYWHERE but at work let alone
indoors at work. I didn't want to work today, but unfortunately don't
have an alternative. I have not won the lottery (yet!!) and until I
do...you do the best with what you have. Know what I mean
sweethearts?
A gentleman comes in, not too much
older than I – probably 5 to 8 years and walks over to our
“automotive” shelves. He spies what he needs grabs it and walks
over to me placing two containers of break fluid down in front of me. At which point
he declares without hesitation: “I've gone soft, I hate it when that happens.” I tilt
my head sort of like a dog trying to do a math puzzle, honestly
debating on if I should burst out laughing (the voices in my head WAY
ahead of me on that one) or just let it slide. At which point HE
hangs his head and chuckles and says “Well that was highly
inappropriate. I am so VERY sorry.”. So I burst out laughing, and
as I'm laughing I can feel my face go scarlet.
I said to him “I'm not sure what to
say, I've never had this happen to me before”. At which point HIS
face goes beat red and he starts laughing. I realize I'm only making
matters worse, but I've gotten a laugh so I'm okay with that.
He says to me, again apologizing “I've taken the last two. I'm sorry.” I said “Well, whoever comes along behind you soft, looking for help is going to be told to go elsewhere then I guess because I'm tapped out and spent.”
This brings a roar of laughter from this gentleman whose name I don't even know. At which point his receipt pops out of the machine and our “transaction” is complete. I ask him if he wants his receipt to which he replies that he “wants no evidence of his inappropriate behaviour”.
Sometimes...when the world spins backwards...and the sky is blue...I love my job.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
He says to me, again apologizing “I've taken the last two. I'm sorry.” I said “Well, whoever comes along behind you soft, looking for help is going to be told to go elsewhere then I guess because I'm tapped out and spent.”
This brings a roar of laughter from this gentleman whose name I don't even know. At which point his receipt pops out of the machine and our “transaction” is complete. I ask him if he wants his receipt to which he replies that he “wants no evidence of his inappropriate behaviour”.
Sometimes...when the world spins backwards...and the sky is blue...I love my job.
One Last Glimpse,
~K
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