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I thought this was a funny story:
The mall I work at closes at six and it takes about a half an hour to close up my store. What better time/place to learn to drive?
So I'm cruising around the parking lot, and since this was my second time behind the wheel I decided to go around the mall (it's a decent sized mall and has one lane going each way around it's perimeter)
So here I am, going maybe 10 clicks an hour, which isn't that bad considering I'm just glad I'm not hitting anything and the speedlimits 15 anyway, right?
Wrong. I don't know what the jerk's behind me's big rush was, but he BOOTS himself up to about 60kms/hr and rushes around me. (Especially considering I had my signal on to turn at the stop sign and he went straight through. I mean, can't you wait 30 seconds for me to turn?!)
About a minute later I shout out some choice words at the top of my lungs. My Dad (sitting in the passengers side doing the whole "Turn sharper/sooner/later/whatever speil) peers over me and goes "Why'd you wait so long? I woulda honked the horn a couple times at him!" totally pissed off and totally confused as to why I waited, automatically, until the moron was past me.
My response? "I've worked customer service for the past two years, I've learnt to wait until they're outta earshot before I bitch."
Isn't it too true though?!
The mall I work at closes at six and it takes about a half an hour to close up my store. What better time/place to learn to drive?
So I'm cruising around the parking lot, and since this was my second time behind the wheel I decided to go around the mall (it's a decent sized mall and has one lane going each way around it's perimeter)
So here I am, going maybe 10 clicks an hour, which isn't that bad considering I'm just glad I'm not hitting anything and the speedlimits 15 anyway, right?
Wrong. I don't know what the jerk's behind me's big rush was, but he BOOTS himself up to about 60kms/hr and rushes around me. (Especially considering I had my signal on to turn at the stop sign and he went straight through. I mean, can't you wait 30 seconds for me to turn?!)
About a minute later I shout out some choice words at the top of my lungs. My Dad (sitting in the passengers side doing the whole "Turn sharper/sooner/later/whatever speil) peers over me and goes "Why'd you wait so long? I woulda honked the horn a couple times at him!" totally pissed off and totally confused as to why I waited, automatically, until the moron was past me.
My response? "I've worked customer service for the past two years, I've learnt to wait until they're outta earshot before I bitch."
Isn't it too true though?!