Saturday, 11 August 2012

On being a curmudgeon

I am a curmudgeon.   That’s fine with me.

Just over a week ago I went into my local Of—e M-x store to get some art supplies for my Church School Class.

A clerk greeted me with these words:

“So what brings you to Off—ce M-x today?”

I was tempted to say “I need 2lbs of Barbecued Baby Back Ribs”.

Instead I fobbed her off with a smile and an off-handed wave.

This morning I was at my locale Tar—t store to buy some kitty litter.  As we completed the transaction the store clerk said “Have a marvellous afternoon”.

 I wondered how these words would ring for a customer had recently experienced a terrible tragedy such as the death of family member, or a diagnosis of some dread disease.

Some supermarket clerks have been trained by management to ask "Did you find everything you needed?"

The other week when asked this question I responded with a firm “NO”.

The young clerk was nonplussed until I added “I did not find the meaning of life”

Then he grinned.

On the other hand, as I completed my purchases the other day at my local Sw—t B-y Supermarket the clerk said “Thank you for shopping at Sw—t B-y”

That’s all I needed to hear.

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