mankind shall fall prey to his own rudeness  

masterjohnathon 55M
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11/10/2005 7:11 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

mankind shall fall prey to his own rudeness


hey. is it me or is the world getting ruder every day? service is so ridiculus now i can't believe businesses stay in business. people have got to be frequenting some establishments more out of necessity than want. i go to the deli of my local supermarket and ask for a half pound of this fine looking ham. the deli worker is so interested in her own conversation to her fellow deli worker (absolute mindless banter) that she has to ask me 3 times how much i wanted. three times!! in about a minute and a half. i go into my local autozone for some brake parts for my 69 nova. the older gentleman trying to run the computer can't figure out how to find the part. (he shouldn't be there either, but) so he asks one of the young folk there for some assistance. the indigant little shit stain comes over all in a huff pops a few keys here and a few there and viola'. there is the part. all this key popping done at lightening speed to let all know that he has absolute supreme command of the computer. now you would think maybe he would take the time to show the old fella how to do it. nooo. let's out this wicked sigh of disgust tainted with i know soooo much more than you and storms off. i'd a dropped him right there, but i really wanted my parts. so they bring out one. the computer shows 2. but all we got is one. you can get it from one of our other stores. "hey, how about you get it for me?" yeah but we won't have it till 3 days from now. and you have to pay for it first. so i do. damn fool. i go back and pick it up. course it isn't the right one!! and nobodys to blame. i actually have to request the managers presence (he's not much better) and get the situation rectified. when i finally get to putting these parts in i find that there not even from the same manfacturer. 'kay same store, month later. looking for shocks. call first. one store shows three in their computer, none on the shelf. i call these guys, yeah we got them. the guy actually asks my name and puts them aside for me. i go to the store. this chicky tries to help me. she can't find my name in the computer for the requested item. gets agitated at me. cause this is MY fault. calls to jay. jay yells out the shock numbers to her. he couldn't remember my name but has the number imprinted in his brain for instant recall. whatever, just give me my shocks please. she goes in back and brings out two boxes. one is all taped up (usually not a good sign). kay fine the shock inside looks to be undamaged. now get this: there are two completly different boxes. same company different name, graphics everything. i comment on this, she says: WELL, they have the same part number. yeah but they are different. after about five minutes of this going back and forth out comes jay to explain to me that they must have changed the line or something. whatever. i would like two matching shocks to install on my vehicle. yeah well this is what we got. after about fifteen minutes of this i decide not to purchase them. the chicky gets all upset. as i walk for the door she says in this surly, know it all tone 'sorry if you don't like the color of the boxes' i whip around let her have a piece of my mind about how i'm the customer and i'm supposed to be right, you are in essence supposed to kiss my ass. but on top of it all the airhead couldn't grasp that these were two different shocks. it goes deeper than the color of the box bitch. wow, how do they stay in business. how? and how about a month or so ago i forgot my courtesy card to write a check at the supermarket. i've done this before and it's a simple enough matter to show my license at he SERVICE desk and have the number pulled up. except today. this effeminate (whatever, i hold no prejudice) i can do nothing wrong prettyboy tries looking it up. he can't find it. says i'm sorry i can't find the account. uuhh, could you try again. i have shopping cart full of groceries and ohhh, i've been coming here for about 8 years. tries again nothing. i'm sorry. it's not showing an account. what do you want me to do. his attitude says piss off you piece of shit. i say there must be something wrong, i've been coming here for 8 years. well, i've been doing this for 2 years and i KNOW what i'm doing, he replies. now piss off. i seek out the floor manager and explain the situation. he goes back behind the service desk and punches in a couple of numbers or whatever, but in about ten seconds he has the account number. femboy can't believe he was wrong. ohhh, i could go on and on but i need to rest. stay tuned i'm sure there will be more. so sure.....

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