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Tantrums

The lad came home from work, on Sunday evening, and threw himself on the sofa. “I’m beginning to hate people,” he said.

“Bad day?” I asked.

“Oh, not really. But it only takes a couple of people throwing a tantrum in the check out line to make me think they just don’t pay me enough to smile and pretend that the customer is always right.”

I can sympathize. I’ve seen some people do and say some really nasty things at the grocery store that they wouldn’t dream of doing at home or at work. At least, I don’t suppose so.

But when a customer starts throwing apples at you because you’re charging them for what they bought instead of what they thought they bought, well, it makes you wonder about people.

The strange thing is that I never hear stories about men pitching fits in the checkout line. “Don’t you ever get unpleasant male customers?” I asked.

“No,” he said. “I don’t. They might look through me like I’m not there, but not even that very often. They just don’t get all huffy and snarky like the women do.”

Now why is that? That would have been my observation, too, after having stood in line behind countless women who, being irritated about one thing or other, took it out on the cashier with varying degrees of nastiness. Over the years, that is. I find that really quite unfortunate and I don’t have any good answer for why this is the way things are.

Posted on 12/07/04 at 01:25 PM
 




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