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Friday, June 14, 2019
If You Treat Me Like An Idiot, I will not Disappoint
Why is it that people with crap jobs feel the need to treat their customers like they are idiots? OK, Don’t think I am a snob talking about crap jobs, I've had many crap jobs back in the day. I dug holes, painted walls, sold stuff, mopped vomit, burned boxes, and made deliveries. I never treated others like they were idiots.
Today I stopped at the local WaWa for gas. The pumps were all full, but I was in no hurry. I pulled behind a small truck that seemed to almost be gassed up, when the gas attendant started waving and pointing and gesticulating at me.
I had no idea what he wanted.
He apparently decided that he could make me understand by waving and pointing and gesticulating harder.
I still had no idea what he wanted.
He decided that he could make me understand by waving and pointing and gesticulating even harder.
I finally rolled down the window, and asked,
“Am I doing something wrong? Is this lane alright?”
He answered in his best sarcastic little prick kind of way,
“Well, you can stay here if you really want, but there is no one in the truck ahead so…it might take a while, your choice.”
I thought to myself,
“Couldn’t this brain surgeon simply have tapped my window and said, ‘Excuse me sir, the driver in front is inside, he may be a while’.”
Apparently he decided to be a sarcastic prick and waving and pointing and gesticulating should be enough.
So, I decided if he was going to treat me like an idiot, I wouldn’t disappoint him.
“Oh, so if I just stay here it might be a while?”
“It’s up to you.”
“How about that line over there, would that be OK?”
“Yes, you should probably go there.”
“Could you perhaps wave your arms, point and gesticulate? I’m not so good with words.”
“I’m not sure where I should go to find an open pump, if you would just wave and point and gesticulate like you were doing before, perhaps I could figure it out…words confuse me.”
And, the idiot pointed.
Before I pulled out of line, I waved, pointed, and gesticulated that I was going to move.
He just shook his head.
I thought to myself,
“That’s right, I’m an idiot; but you’re the one pumping gas.”