He complained about EVERYTHING and I don’t mean the normal exasperated and frustrated complaining of the average person. I can usually have them laughing and eating out of my hand within a few minutes. This guy was hardcore unhappy. Deep down. Even my manager kept a close eye on this guy. Perhaps she feared for my life. Or his.
He ranted and raved about the price of this and the procedure for that. He said he was a combat veteran so shouldn’t he get a break. When that didn’t work he went on to tell me…LOUDLY…how much cheaper everything is in West Virginia. Then I made the mistake of saying Virginia, leaving out the west part. He jumped all over me for that. I responded with the now popular catch-all phrase of “whatever”. I got the look of death for that one but by then I’d given up sending any “luv” to this dude.
He pronounced he was going to send some emails to the powers that be and a bill for his transaction to the state attorney general.
I wish I’d had a stamp. I would gladly have given it to him.
Really, you have to feel sorry for someone who is so horribly miserable and unhappy that they can come into a public facility and show their butt without any conscious awareness.
What a poor tortured soul.
Let's pray for him.
Progress is impossible without change and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
George Bernard
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