The other day while Madelene and I went to Walmart to putz around and get a few things, we ended up on the dreaded Wally line. The only cashiers up there were nasty, rude nail biting, teenagers. We were wedged in between two cashier stations. The one boy who was working the cash register on the right bent over to pick something up and nearly knocked Madelene over. Madelene, being the nice little angel that she is said, “Oh, pardon me I didn’t see you there,” as if it was her fault. The kid shot her a look and sized her up. That's when my “crazy” kicked in and I said, "Now say you're sorry...NOW." He just stared at me with his mouth wide open. He couldn’t say a thing. The customer’s always right...right? To top that off, our own little snotty, bubble gum poppin' cashier girl was huffin’ & puffin’ ringing us up with an attitude. When it came to signing the credit card receipt, she literally flung the pen and paper at me. “Now say you’re sorry.” She just stared at me in shock. “Say you’re sorry.” She began to stutter and then muttered out, “I-I-I-I’m sorry, ma’am.” I said thank you, and as I was finishing packing what she couldn’t - I said, “And stop calling women ma’am.” I'm sure she badmouthed me to her other coworkers after I left.
There have been a few encounters that I have come across where I just said whatever was on my mind, instead of being a bit more patient and calm, or just simply letting it go. We can blame it on the weather, blame it on the rain, blame it on the snow, blame it on the al-al-al-al-al-alcohol, but never blame it on our own insanity. That would just be crazy.
Be careful out there tonight...
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