Friday, August 05, 2005

Flim-flammery

Tonight at work I was helping a customer with finding an item in the dairy case when I heard a woman two feet to my left mutter something sounding like, "Oh no..." to her small child. A minute or so later, she turned around, came up to me and said, "Excuse me, there is a broken egg on the floor." I looked around and sure enough, there was a broken egg sitting next to a closed carton of eggs. She was already walking away.

What I responded with was a polite, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," but I really just wanted to speak my mind. No, there is not just a broken egg on the floor. Broken eggs do not just appear on the floor. They are not naturally occurring entities. Madame, you or your child broke the egg, I can tell this from the carton you closed. This is not something to be ashamed about. I cannot get annoyed about it. I myself do it occasionally. What I can get annnoyed with however, is that you did not tell me the truth. For whatever reason, you deemed it unseemly to take responsibility for a simple mistake. That is simply disrespectful. Please go away now, and let me clean up your mess. It is my job.

3 comments:

Donell said...

i reassert my personal view that people are dinks.

Björn said...

Sounds like a "Clerks" moment to me. I don't imagine that Ryan Adams' p.o.s. set did anything to lighten your mood.

James said...

Aw man, I loved his set. He's so damn weird!