Grumpy Customer: I need a pack of Marlboro. Me: Okay, that will be five twenty five. How are you this morning? Grumpy Customer: Blank, angry stare. Then : Marlboro Lights. I want Marlboro Lights. Me: Oh, sorry. I thought you said Marlboro. Grumpy Customer: And I nee the 100s. Blank, angrier stare. Possible lip quivering. Now were at the part of the story where Ive turned around to get cigarettes three different times. Were also at the part of the story where I begin to wonder if I can get away with hiding his truck as well as his body. Plenty of stolen cars have made it in the river with no one getting caught around here. This with folks telling exactly who did it, eyewitnesses, etc. Were at that pivotal moment where years of this same kind of treatment catches up with me if only for a few seconds, and I try to shake it off, you know, and let him continue on his angry way. Me: I hope you have the best possible day ever. I mean, like parades and cherries on top kinda day. You deserve it. Grumpy Customer: Uh, okay man. Whats wrong with you? Me: Times like these.
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 12:24:32 +0000
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