The Homicidal Heart
On the days you'd rather be somewhere else other than the store, the mornings when you'll probably survive so long as the customers stay away...that's when you'll encounter that one single customer who elevates your level of potential rage from "easily annoyed" to "I need a favour and an alibi". One such customer strolled into the store this morning, at a time when all I wanted was to just stand in an empty, quiet store and wait for the two extra-strength Tylenol's to kick in. The morning had already begun on an optimistic note, where I woke up to a humid bedroom, with a nasty crick in my neck and a body attempting to fall asleep on me while I was in the shower.
To keep the gory details short, this woman wouldn't really shut up, and always repeated the same things over and over, and kept running around the store going "Tell me the price of this" when the price tag dangled right in front of her face. And then she wanted to see things that required a ladder in order to bring them down, and upon examining then she'd state they were too childish-looking and she didn't want to use luggage meant for kids. (To which I muttered something that almost sounded like, "Then why'd you ask for it in the first place, you nit?") In the end, she walked out of the store--empty-handed, indecisive and alive--and I congradulated myself on pulling off the seemingly impossible by not openly strangling her in the store.
Ah, self-discipline.
In other news, you'd be surprised at how easily it is to mistake a jug of cold water with a jug of that new Invisible Koolaid. Which brings us to
Today's Lesson: Gabriel does not like drinking a bottle filled with Invisible Koolaid.
(Oops.)
posted by Phillip at 6:49 PM
