990andromeda said: You’re not an asshole and I wasn’t embarrassed!!! Lol, it happens.
TE AMO MI AMOR!
When I was buying ice cream with my friend at the Korean deli today, there was a young woman who was asking for a refund for her yogurt which she noticed had expired after she drank it. I watched as the little old woman behind the register said, “We got the shipment last week…I don’t know how that happened.” The young woman was persistent, but she wasn’t yelling. She asked the old lady, “So you’re not giving me my money back?”
I regret doing this, but I decided to intervene when my friend and I stepped up to pay for our ice cream.
I put $7 on the counter and asked the young woman, “Here’s seven dollars. Do you want some money?”
The young woman said, “What are you doing? Why are you giving me money?”
I said, “These are hardworking people.”
“I didn’t say they weren’t hardworking people. I just want my money back.”
I replied, “I’m not going to stand here and watch you treat people like this. I work a service job too and it’s not like she saw it was expired and put it out for you to drink it.”
She replied, “Well I think you’re nosy and you’re terrible!”
I said, “WELL I THINK YOU’RE TERRIBLE AND YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF MY FACE!”
My friend was so embarrassed and said, “Let’s just pay already.”
The woman left a couple seconds later and stood outside to make a phone call to Lord knows who.
I paid and as I walked out, I yelled at the young woman, “Have a wonderful day!”
She yelled back, “What’s your fucking problem?”
I said, “Fuck you! You’re terrible! Fuck you!”
And we continued on our way to Big Booty Bakery.
I told my friend that I had seen too many rude customers at my own job to put up with that type of privileged, entitled snobby behavior outside of work. My friend said that I seemed to have a lot of pent up anger inside and I just burst out uncontrollably. I agreed that I probably have anger management issues. I felt good, angry, and unsophisticated. The right thing to do would have been to let it go and not butt in like an asshole. I did what I did and I can only move on from here.
The ice cream helped to cool me down.
Before meeting, we had Taco Bell and I had also been reading Osamu Tezuka’s Unico (excellent book). We had seen the new Genger exhibit of colorful rope walls at Madison Square Park. It had been a great day.
Yesterday, I also saw someone reading my favorite author, Neil Gaiman’s “American Gods” on an e-reader on the train. This is turning out to be an amazing week.
Yes, I’m an asshole!!!!! Yes I vow to work on my issues.
My internet analysis professor gave me a 100 for class participation!!! teachers do pay attention to me!!!! yayyyyy
I have to work with this nasty girl at work. She is about 7 years younger than me, looks like a doughfaced pile of shit, and is always saying things like “PUT SOME PEP IN YOUR STEP,” “SOMEBODY FIX THE MILK COUNTER NOW!” It’s gotten to the point where I want to say something but I don’t even care enough to bother. It’s that fine line between me thinking, “does it really matter? It’s just a shitty job. I don’t want to cause drama at work” or “I need to tell her to her face that she’s a fucking asshole and then it will just be bad tension at work everyday because she works the same shifts as me.”