Carrie Leigh (carrie_leigh) wrote,
Carrie Leigh

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If you sit through the rant I'll give you a cute husband story.

I'm meant to be typing fic.

Must gripe first.

How rude is it when you're being served at a retail store, like say, TARGET, or Express, or Dillards or even the grocery store, and the cashiers or salespeople carry on a conversation amongst themselves like you don't exist?  Am I the ONLY person that this bothers?  At this point in my life I still have enough self restraint and concern for how other people perceive me not to be a total bitch and say, "Hello?  Someone standing here?  Someone spending money in your store?  I exist, damn it!"  When I am old, however, I have a feeling I'm going to be one hell of a bitchy old lady.

I worked retail in college.  At Bath and Body Works, actually.  In the beautiful downtown Irving Mall (Where people got shot two years in a row when I worked there)  And we were trained to either involve customers in a conversation, or keep personal stuff that you needed to say 'til after the customer was gone.

Actually, the whole customer service industry has gone to hell in a handbasket.  From the dead eyes that serve you at your favorite restaurant, to the kid at Sonic that hands you a diet coke with cola dripping all down the side, to those witches at the mall who talk about their 'boyfriend and how he's such a bastard' like you aren't there.  I have had it.  HAD IT.  I'M MAD AS HELL AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!

Whew.  I feel better.

Also, My sister sent me a birthday gift (Thanks, Em!).  It was awesome, a bunch fun printed hankies (I collect) and last night, I went and showed them to Nolan.

Me.  Look what Em sent me for my birthday!

Nolan. (looks at Hankies) ...

Me.  (holds them out)  Aren't they cool?

Nolan.  ...

Me.  you don't like them?

Nolan.  (long, pregnant pause, exhales like he's relieved)  She's late.

Me.  (shrugs) Yeah.  That's how we are.

Nolan.  Good grief.  I was sitting here panicking thinking, "I forgot her birthday.  I forgot her birthday." 


Then he hugged me an apologized.  Goober.

BOYS.  *rolls eyes*
Tags: birthday, cute husband story, emily, nolan, rant

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