#132 - Overly (Un)Helpful People
So today I was supposed to go to various florists and try to get some rose petals for the movie. Before doing that I went by the high school and gave my mom her cell phone. Whilst there, she mentioned a florist joint in Bellmead so I went to go find it. I couldnt find it. So I stopped by this strip mall to ask if there was a florist around there. I went into what I guess was some sort of wig factory. (This is in super ghetto-ville) and these Japanese(?) folks ran it. I went in and I says, "Is there a flower shop around here?" Now, a Yes would have been great, but I would have accepted a No or even an I don't know.
Lady: Ret me go get a phone book.
Me: It's ok... I mean... I have a list of places to go. I just wanted to know if there was one around here.
Lady: Yeah, there's one light down the load.
Me: What?
Lady: There's one light down the load, by the funelar home.
Me:....
Lady: The funelar home...
Me:...
Lady: Just ret me call them.
So she calls like three places asking if they have "lose petars" for me. I mean, I could have just walked out, these people weren't really doing me any help, but I felt obligated to sit there while she called around. Obviously it did no good because these places didnt SELL rose petals. I just wanted to get the ones that fell off and they bag up, which a lot of places do. I ended up getting three bags worth for free.
Now, on the opposite end of the customer service spectrum, I went to Wal-Mart because I got some freakin ant bites on my freakin feet. So all I wanted was some stuff to put on it and help it stop itching. First, I couldn't find the stuff. All I wanted was to ask someone where the insect bite stuff was. Why in the crap can you not find any Wal-Mart workers when you actually want to talk to one? I mean, yeah, there were some workers in the other areas, but I can't go up to the lady in wardrobe and say "Where's the ant bite medicine?" I need one of the random ailse wanderers. That's their job isnt it? To tell people what ailse shit is on? Well, I never did find one, but I did find the stuff. All on my own. And then I went to check out. I have one item and I go to the self check-out deals. I've said it before, but why the fuck do people come in GROUPS to Wal-Mart? I went to the one in front of this damn group of people and was waiting behind another dude. The people behind me finish... but I can't use the thing to check out because they are just fucking standing there talking in front of it!! And it's always fucking redneck people. Like families who share clothes... like within a week, you know?
Speaking of Texas folks... there's a difference between rednecks and like Cowboy types. My cousin got married to a Danish guy. Smartest guy I've ever met in my life. Anyway, when they got married, his family and friends (who were all foreign) come to the wedding. You could tell who was foreign by who was wearing a cowboy hat and boots. These people (even Americans from northern states) think all Texans wear cowboy hats. That's like going to Pennsylvania and expecting everyone to be Amish. The Danish people were like "Where is your cowboy hat?" And I said, "Where are your wooden shoes?" I rest my case.
Lady: Ret me go get a phone book.
Me: It's ok... I mean... I have a list of places to go. I just wanted to know if there was one around here.
Lady: Yeah, there's one light down the load.
Me: What?
Lady: There's one light down the load, by the funelar home.
Me:....
Lady: The funelar home...
Me:...
Lady: Just ret me call them.
So she calls like three places asking if they have "lose petars" for me. I mean, I could have just walked out, these people weren't really doing me any help, but I felt obligated to sit there while she called around. Obviously it did no good because these places didnt SELL rose petals. I just wanted to get the ones that fell off and they bag up, which a lot of places do. I ended up getting three bags worth for free.
Now, on the opposite end of the customer service spectrum, I went to Wal-Mart because I got some freakin ant bites on my freakin feet. So all I wanted was some stuff to put on it and help it stop itching. First, I couldn't find the stuff. All I wanted was to ask someone where the insect bite stuff was. Why in the crap can you not find any Wal-Mart workers when you actually want to talk to one? I mean, yeah, there were some workers in the other areas, but I can't go up to the lady in wardrobe and say "Where's the ant bite medicine?" I need one of the random ailse wanderers. That's their job isnt it? To tell people what ailse shit is on? Well, I never did find one, but I did find the stuff. All on my own. And then I went to check out. I have one item and I go to the self check-out deals. I've said it before, but why the fuck do people come in GROUPS to Wal-Mart? I went to the one in front of this damn group of people and was waiting behind another dude. The people behind me finish... but I can't use the thing to check out because they are just fucking standing there talking in front of it!! And it's always fucking redneck people. Like families who share clothes... like within a week, you know?
Speaking of Texas folks... there's a difference between rednecks and like Cowboy types. My cousin got married to a Danish guy. Smartest guy I've ever met in my life. Anyway, when they got married, his family and friends (who were all foreign) come to the wedding. You could tell who was foreign by who was wearing a cowboy hat and boots. These people (even Americans from northern states) think all Texans wear cowboy hats. That's like going to Pennsylvania and expecting everyone to be Amish. The Danish people were like "Where is your cowboy hat?" And I said, "Where are your wooden shoes?" I rest my case.