my god
venting - don't pay attention if you don't like it.
i deal with bitchy customers all day almost everyday. obviously, my lunch break is going to be my time to relax and decompress.
chris and i went to chick-fil-a today for lunch and i parked next to this van with a guy and his wife and kid sitting inside of it. i opened my door, got out, forgot that i had something inside my car - my ass hit my door, which in turn, tapped (lightly might i add) his car. i looked at where it hit. saw nothing. looked at him staring out the window. did an 'i'm sorry' kind of movement and started walking towards the door. he comes out of his car right as i get to the door and is like 'EXCUSE ME! YOU JUST HIT MY CAR WITH YOUR DOOR!' so i walk back. tell him i'm aware. tell him it didn't do any damage. and he goes 'come here.' so i look at chris and then walk over to his car. he points up to this little scratch that's near his window. i'm - uh, no. that would be where my window ends... and in no way would it make that kind of mark or reach that point. so he points to another one lower down. so i'm like look... my door wouldn't of even hit there. i opened my door and put it up to his car. i said 'see?' right where it hit... there wasn't even a scuff. it was an accident that didn't even do a damn thing. don't shit a brick over it. so i start walking away because this guy was a moron. i think it made him even more mad because i made him look like one. so he goes 'YOU COULD OF AT LEAST SAID YOU WERE SORRY!' take balls and remove them - go home and curl up in fetal position. what dignity he had left has been lost at this point. i'm not going to say sorry again, nor should i have to. i say i'm sorry ALL DAY. so i turned around... chris was on the side walk cracking up. i'm not a bitch very often. that was being a BITCH for me... and it made my hands shake to be that way. adrenaline? chris said i should of kicked him in the balls and said i felt threatened. hahaha. made a fun convo at chick-fil-a though.
i can't wait to get off work. the most horrible nasty people call in on saturdays and mondays. at least i have tomorrow off.
i deal with bitchy customers all day almost everyday. obviously, my lunch break is going to be my time to relax and decompress.
chris and i went to chick-fil-a today for lunch and i parked next to this van with a guy and his wife and kid sitting inside of it. i opened my door, got out, forgot that i had something inside my car - my ass hit my door, which in turn, tapped (lightly might i add) his car. i looked at where it hit. saw nothing. looked at him staring out the window. did an 'i'm sorry' kind of movement and started walking towards the door. he comes out of his car right as i get to the door and is like 'EXCUSE ME! YOU JUST HIT MY CAR WITH YOUR DOOR!' so i walk back. tell him i'm aware. tell him it didn't do any damage. and he goes 'come here.' so i look at chris and then walk over to his car. he points up to this little scratch that's near his window. i'm - uh, no. that would be where my window ends... and in no way would it make that kind of mark or reach that point. so he points to another one lower down. so i'm like look... my door wouldn't of even hit there. i opened my door and put it up to his car. i said 'see?' right where it hit... there wasn't even a scuff. it was an accident that didn't even do a damn thing. don't shit a brick over it. so i start walking away because this guy was a moron. i think it made him even more mad because i made him look like one. so he goes 'YOU COULD OF AT LEAST SAID YOU WERE SORRY!' take balls and remove them - go home and curl up in fetal position. what dignity he had left has been lost at this point. i'm not going to say sorry again, nor should i have to. i say i'm sorry ALL DAY. so i turned around... chris was on the side walk cracking up. i'm not a bitch very often. that was being a BITCH for me... and it made my hands shake to be that way. adrenaline? chris said i should of kicked him in the balls and said i felt threatened. hahaha. made a fun convo at chick-fil-a though.
i can't wait to get off work. the most horrible nasty people call in on saturdays and mondays. at least i have tomorrow off.