Interesting experiences at work today...
Someday I am going to write a book about all the stupid people I have met while working at Auntie Anne's. This event will surely worm its way in:
1) I'm standing at the register dawdling and waiting for something to happen. Two boys come up and in the space of 5 seconds demolish 50% of the sample I had put out. They both leave, and then one of the boys comes back and asks if we sell ziploc bags. Yup, 'cause this is Auntie Anne's Ziploc Emporium!!! I just shook my head no; I didn't say anything, because if I had, I would have been unbearably rude and started laughing uncontrollably.
2) About an hour later, a woman comes up and wants to buy a pretzel making kit. I'm ringing her out, and she asks if we recommend baking them in an oven. I was really tempted to say, 'No, we recommend baking them in the seventh circle of hell. Fiery incineration does wonders to dough" Alas, I bit my tongue and said that yes, indeed, oven baking would do the trick.
It's really too bad that they tell us we have to be polite to everybody. I always come home from work with far too many sarcastic comments in my head. In fact, if I could just have one day a week where I could be blatantly sarcastic I would be OK. It's just not good for my sanity to have to bottle it up 5 days a week. On the weekends, I am just one caustic, ironical mess. ;-)
I have also decided that I will stop serving people who only communicate in grunts and finger pointing. It is really obnoxious. The English language is a perfectly fine way to communicate and as long as the words "I" and "would" and "like" and "a" and "pretzel" are all still commonly understood, I will no longer accept finger jabs on the glass as an acceptable order.
Anyway, I'd better get back to reading because my mom bet me yesterday that I couldn't finish 3 400+ page books in a week. She should have known that my innate competitiveness would kick in again...
1) I'm standing at the register dawdling and waiting for something to happen. Two boys come up and in the space of 5 seconds demolish 50% of the sample I had put out. They both leave, and then one of the boys comes back and asks if we sell ziploc bags. Yup, 'cause this is Auntie Anne's Ziploc Emporium!!! I just shook my head no; I didn't say anything, because if I had, I would have been unbearably rude and started laughing uncontrollably.
2) About an hour later, a woman comes up and wants to buy a pretzel making kit. I'm ringing her out, and she asks if we recommend baking them in an oven. I was really tempted to say, 'No, we recommend baking them in the seventh circle of hell. Fiery incineration does wonders to dough" Alas, I bit my tongue and said that yes, indeed, oven baking would do the trick.
It's really too bad that they tell us we have to be polite to everybody. I always come home from work with far too many sarcastic comments in my head. In fact, if I could just have one day a week where I could be blatantly sarcastic I would be OK. It's just not good for my sanity to have to bottle it up 5 days a week. On the weekends, I am just one caustic, ironical mess. ;-)
I have also decided that I will stop serving people who only communicate in grunts and finger pointing. It is really obnoxious. The English language is a perfectly fine way to communicate and as long as the words "I" and "would" and "like" and "a" and "pretzel" are all still commonly understood, I will no longer accept finger jabs on the glass as an acceptable order.
Anyway, I'd better get back to reading because my mom bet me yesterday that I couldn't finish 3 400+ page books in a week. She should have known that my innate competitiveness would kick in again...