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Looking at my facebook Flair... I've got a lot of David Tennant and King Jareth flairs floatin' around on there. So silly.
I've started wearing eye shadow. Yes. It's a breakthrough. Woohoo.
Had a rather mean ol' man ridicule me on Friday at the clinic. The disgusting male chauvinist type who wears his shirt open down to his navel and adorns his yucky, sagging chest with a chain (w/ or w/o pendant; this dude had a pendant) b/c he thinks he still catches ladies' eyes even though those days are 30+ years past. Oh, he caught my eye all right. I wanted to vomit. On him. It would surely have been an improvement. The type that doesn't really like women... women belong in the home bringing him his beer or underneath him in bed WHENEVER HE's in the mood. *Shudders* I pity his poor wife... if she's still around.
So I'm a mouse, okay. An absolute mouse. I'm sure people meet me and think "Mouse." Nothing threatening about an itty bitty (but fat) mouse.
So here's the exchange.
He sent his son to get flea stuff. Son gave me a coupon, pointed to the two boxes of frontline presented on the coupon, and said his dad wanted the best. I was confused, b/c both products were for the same darn thing... just in different concentrations depending on the size dog. Explained that. Asked him how big the dog was. He did the general hand gestures indicating that she's a smaller dog. I looked up her weight. 19.7 pounds 2 years ago, full grown. He found a picture of her breed on one of our displays and showed it to me. Ahh... a Westie. Small dog definitely. I gave him the appropriate frontline.
Phone call. It's his dad. "I marked on the coupon which size I wanted. Didn't you read it? Now I have to make a special trip to exchange. I should be reimbursed. Yada yada yada." I did apologize for my giving out the wrong frontline.
I knew when he stepped through the door that it was the guy on the phone.
I exchanged the frontline WITHOUT charging the extra money for the next size up. Only fair, right?
Chauvinist
me thinking
what I actually said, which was very very little
"It's right on the coupon. Can't you read?!
I'm ten times smarter than you. High school Salutatorian. 2x regional spelling champion. Cum laude from one heck of a university AND! I can spell backwards (I have proved myself numerous times with Cranium) -Yay arrogance-
"Maybe I should go somewhere they can."
I promise we won't miss you... or your money. Please DO go somewhere else.
"Okay."
-I don't remember his reaction to that... I don't think he had one-
"It's costing me an $8 round trip to get here (actually, $5 b/c the bigger frontline was $3 more than the smaller). I should be reimbursed."
*sigh* you live in Maxeys... that's maybe 13 miles away. Perhaps you should trade in your gas guzzler. You're not getting a dime.
Non-committal expression that says I'm not offering reimbursement
He started complaining that the last frontline he got didn't work. And yet he was buying more >.> Now either his Westie has gotten really fat or he was trying to up the dose. Either way, HAHAH! his new box of frontline won't work for him any better than it did last time. Chemical resistance is a bitch, eh? -vindictive-
He started to leave, then came right back to ask about heartworm prevention.
You overstayed your welcome the moment you came through the door. I thought you said you might go somewhere else. Promises promises.
He left.
I can spell "mayonnaise" backwards. Bet you can't do that.
Oh. And I wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now.
Anyway. When I relayed the story to Mom, she said I pulled a Dad with the simple "okay" at his threat to leave, and that it probably ticked the guy off b/c it would have given him the impression that I REALLY did not care.
Ignore all grammatical errors.
I've started wearing eye shadow. Yes. It's a breakthrough. Woohoo.
Had a rather mean ol' man ridicule me on Friday at the clinic. The disgusting male chauvinist type who wears his shirt open down to his navel and adorns his yucky, sagging chest with a chain (w/ or w/o pendant; this dude had a pendant) b/c he thinks he still catches ladies' eyes even though those days are 30+ years past. Oh, he caught my eye all right. I wanted to vomit. On him. It would surely have been an improvement. The type that doesn't really like women... women belong in the home bringing him his beer or underneath him in bed WHENEVER HE's in the mood. *Shudders* I pity his poor wife... if she's still around.
So I'm a mouse, okay. An absolute mouse. I'm sure people meet me and think "Mouse." Nothing threatening about an itty bitty (but fat) mouse.
So here's the exchange.
He sent his son to get flea stuff. Son gave me a coupon, pointed to the two boxes of frontline presented on the coupon, and said his dad wanted the best. I was confused, b/c both products were for the same darn thing... just in different concentrations depending on the size dog. Explained that. Asked him how big the dog was. He did the general hand gestures indicating that she's a smaller dog. I looked up her weight. 19.7 pounds 2 years ago, full grown. He found a picture of her breed on one of our displays and showed it to me. Ahh... a Westie. Small dog definitely. I gave him the appropriate frontline.
Phone call. It's his dad. "I marked on the coupon which size I wanted. Didn't you read it? Now I have to make a special trip to exchange. I should be reimbursed. Yada yada yada." I did apologize for my giving out the wrong frontline.
I knew when he stepped through the door that it was the guy on the phone.
I exchanged the frontline WITHOUT charging the extra money for the next size up. Only fair, right?
Chauvinist
me thinking
what I actually said, which was very very little
"It's right on the coupon. Can't you read?!
I'm ten times smarter than you. High school Salutatorian. 2x regional spelling champion. Cum laude from one heck of a university AND! I can spell backwards (I have proved myself numerous times with Cranium) -Yay arrogance-
"Maybe I should go somewhere they can."
I promise we won't miss you... or your money. Please DO go somewhere else.
"Okay."
-I don't remember his reaction to that... I don't think he had one-
"It's costing me an $8 round trip to get here (actually, $5 b/c the bigger frontline was $3 more than the smaller). I should be reimbursed."
*sigh* you live in Maxeys... that's maybe 13 miles away. Perhaps you should trade in your gas guzzler. You're not getting a dime.
Non-committal expression that says I'm not offering reimbursement
He started complaining that the last frontline he got didn't work. And yet he was buying more >.> Now either his Westie has gotten really fat or he was trying to up the dose. Either way, HAHAH! his new box of frontline won't work for him any better than it did last time. Chemical resistance is a bitch, eh? -vindictive-
He started to leave, then came right back to ask about heartworm prevention.
You overstayed your welcome the moment you came through the door. I thought you said you might go somewhere else. Promises promises.
He left.
I can spell "mayonnaise" backwards. Bet you can't do that.
Oh. And I wish the goblins would come and take you away. Right now.
Anyway. When I relayed the story to Mom, she said I pulled a Dad with the simple "okay" at his threat to leave, and that it probably ticked the guy off b/c it would have given him the impression that I REALLY did not care.
Ignore all grammatical errors.