Don't be mean to me
I was a wallflower in school and was walked all over by the girls. Bullied. So I bullied some guys to get back at society.

But as an adult I hate being bullied or disrespected or made to feel small by other adults. I have a habit of becoming more and more... intolerant of such acts and tend to out my feelings when I am in just the right mood.

Yesterday was not that time apparently. Dadnabbit.

Service workers - you know who you are - tellers, waiters, janitors, cashiers - I was one of you. And yet I still find your nasty behavior wrong. If you hate your job, leave it. There has to be a gazillion others like it you can score.

PS: If you don't want to be there, don't take it out on my family.

PPS: I am so good to you too! My whole family is.

The hubster and the kids. We go out of our way to ask you how you are today and many many of you smile and say, "Wow, that's the first anyone's asked. Thank you!" We smile, we're polite, we say thank you, we don't hassle you, we don't bitch when your machine isn't working, we don't honk imaginary shopping cart horns at you when your line is painfully slow.

So why oh why is it ok for you to be a rude dumbass to us?

Yesterday it was the clean-up crew at the mall food court.

We have a two-year-old
He had juice with a straw
Remember, he's TWO
He hasn't yet learned which way his elbows bend or that he can control that
He's two and he spilled a drink on your precious floor

You know, the floor that you can MOP and leave no trace of juice. Floors like those I have mopped, and worked directly with others who have mopped them.

Please please people, close out those bitter knuckle heads that make you militant and rude to those of us who are nice. Somehow. Go take some yoga or something.

I guess I shouldn't talk - I can't say as I was chipper when I was a cashier. I wasn't RUDE though.

Like the young, prissy bank teller I had at the drive thru the other day. Whatta wench! But I'll save that for nother time...

The cashier at Hannafords this morning was cute, young, AND he was very nice. AND he smiled genuinely when my son knocked over his register's '10 items or less' sign. AND he didn't try to divert his eyes from the fat woman with the kid singing about peanut butter on his underwear.

Course, I think we had the whole store singing it by the time we left. The guy in the soda aisle, the front desk, several customers...
- posted by Ginxy @ 6/21/2004 06:52:00 AM