Recently I have had a number of run ins with people, and I have been thinking about this and wonder to myself- “Self, do you have some sort of magnetic anomaly that draws the people to you or are you just that much of a brutish looking dill weed that people just want to treat you like this?”
What the hell is Harmon talking about this time (in the third person no doubt). Well a couple of examples-
- In Tar Get the other day, the wife is trying to return a baby monitor that does not work and we have no recite for- “ma’am you have returned $90 of no recite merchandise to us in the last month, you will have to wait a year to return this.”
My cell rings (I am back in the electronics area looking at DVDs), and she explains, so I drop the five DVDs on the rack and wheel the kid (the babe is usually with me) out the front door- I will return it to another store and get our money back there.
In front of our car at the distant end of the nearly empty parking lot some dill weed has picked the spot right in front of our car to park his truck. So we are talking about the “customer service” and I said something like (mind you I am in the driver’s seat and I am talking into the mirror- the wife is in the back near Bug)- “what a dumb arse mother <filter>.”
The dork gets out of his truck as I am backing up- “You talking to me!” Its obvious this guy just wants to fight.
“You are coming after a car with a baby in it? What are you stupid?” my wife calls to him. I just showed him a bird and drove calmly away.
Today a woman with no fewer then four kids with her is helping one of the with the paper on his ice cream cone. Another kid drops his paper on the ground at his feet, a trash can not three feet away. “You should put that in a trash can,” I told the kid as I grabbed up the paper and tossed it away.
“What the <filter> did you say, mother <filter>er?” the woman went off.
“Your kid tossed his trash on the ground-“
She jumped all over me- I zoned her out thinking that she was having a bad day, and she was just a half step away from a Springer show.
“Whatever- you dumb ditch,” I shook my head and walked away. She called a few less then kind words after- ‘she’s doing this in front of her kids! In front of her kids! Whow! She has to be one great parent.’
I have a thousand of these it seems, and I am getting tired of this kind of treatment. My Dad would say something like- “when you get tired enough of it you will change what ever it is that you do that makes people react this way.” Ya, more constructive help from him.
Anyone else out there having an increasing level of dork issues?
What the hell is Harmon talking about this time (in the third person no doubt). Well a couple of examples-
- In Tar Get the other day, the wife is trying to return a baby monitor that does not work and we have no recite for- “ma’am you have returned $90 of no recite merchandise to us in the last month, you will have to wait a year to return this.”
My cell rings (I am back in the electronics area looking at DVDs), and she explains, so I drop the five DVDs on the rack and wheel the kid (the babe is usually with me) out the front door- I will return it to another store and get our money back there.
In front of our car at the distant end of the nearly empty parking lot some dill weed has picked the spot right in front of our car to park his truck. So we are talking about the “customer service” and I said something like (mind you I am in the driver’s seat and I am talking into the mirror- the wife is in the back near Bug)- “what a dumb arse mother <filter>.”
The dork gets out of his truck as I am backing up- “You talking to me!” Its obvious this guy just wants to fight.
“You are coming after a car with a baby in it? What are you stupid?” my wife calls to him. I just showed him a bird and drove calmly away.
Today a woman with no fewer then four kids with her is helping one of the with the paper on his ice cream cone. Another kid drops his paper on the ground at his feet, a trash can not three feet away. “You should put that in a trash can,” I told the kid as I grabbed up the paper and tossed it away.
“What the <filter> did you say, mother <filter>er?” the woman went off.
“Your kid tossed his trash on the ground-“
She jumped all over me- I zoned her out thinking that she was having a bad day, and she was just a half step away from a Springer show.
“Whatever- you dumb ditch,” I shook my head and walked away. She called a few less then kind words after- ‘she’s doing this in front of her kids! In front of her kids! Whow! She has to be one great parent.’
I have a thousand of these it seems, and I am getting tired of this kind of treatment. My Dad would say something like- “when you get tired enough of it you will change what ever it is that you do that makes people react this way.” Ya, more constructive help from him.
Anyone else out there having an increasing level of dork issues?