This is the sort of thing I used to post, and it got me a really bad name as someone who flies off the handles at the smallest little thing… I feel your rage, man, but I wouldnt have come straight to the dope to post about how you would like to break his fingers.
I find it better to just break his fingers and have done.
Kind of a long post. I was drumming my fingers impatiently while I was reading it. 
Why does that not surprise me?
I’m guessing that yellow smiley mustof threw you off, huh?
Didn’t think it was necessary.
There’s a bit o’ irony there folks. We have already established that opinions inconsistent with your world view are not to be entertained, and that whether you are right or wrong has no bearing. But try this anyway. If I am arguing with basically three guys for pages and pages how is that dismissive? Dismissive would have been to, you know, dismiss them. Or do you have a creative definition for that word as well?
So you are backing off from your original post? Just getting paid isn’t enough? You are either a very unmotivated stalker or dumbass mealy-mouthed dishonest debater. Or both.
Ah, okay. I don’t mind folks that disagree with me; I kinda enjoy it sometimes. But I don’t much like having my sincerity questioned, which is what I thought you were doing earlier. My mistake as well!
I still thought TKoS’s post was good, though. It doesn’t pay to give a shit about what the guy at the gas station thinks about you.
Daniel
Aha. So now we’re going to be smug and elitist. Since the gas station attendant has a low-paying job, his opinion doesn’t matter, right? Classist snob.
: storms off in a huff :
Just kidding, just kidding.
Who are you, the burgerflipper at McGreasy’s? Post again when you have a real job, and I’ll care what you call me.
Daniel
The possibility of it being a smarmy smilie crossed my mind.
Your behavior in that thread was along the lines of sticking your fingers in your ears and going “LALALALALALALA!” Threads like that can go for multiple pages until all parties agree to disagree or the thing just gets locked. Who was that who for seven pages refused to accept that in some cases people are simply unable to pull over safely to let a tailgater pass?
First of all, I was promoted to grill manager nearly three weeks ago. Second of all… never mind, the boss I have to go mop the floor. Lucky for you!
Daniel
I don’t remember if the drawer was open, sorry.
I don’t start lame, irrational rants that often. But this one’s been building for awhile. It’s not the first time I’ve had to wait a bit longer because Register Boy is yakking on the cell phone. I’m sure it’s a mind-numbingly boring job. I don’t care if you spend your shift chatting with your friends on your cell phone. Just don’t act put out when you have a customer standing right in front of you.
Call me old fashioned and insensitive, but I just can’t imagine indicating to a customer via body language that they are bothering me and I just want to get back to doing nothing, which is what I’m being paid to do. Apparently.
I was being simplistic earlier; I doubt that a few ten-spots would be enough for a person to live on. Besides, “unprofessional” is the word that started this–one can be a gas station boy and be fired for unprofessionalism.
Try “neither.” I am not stalking you and wasn’t looking for a debate.
Well, sometimes, sure, with respect to thread-starters (whose mental state is frequently the crux of the issue), but not indiscriminately. If that were true, how could I keep holding my tongue once I met someone like you? Just kidding. In fact, friend levdrakon has even more reason than you to dismiss my opinion, because he at least has the evidence of his own perception and memory to rely on. I tend to overanalyze and pontificate, and you doubtless have your own, thus far undiscovered, flaws. Without any substantive issue to disagree about, I don’t see why we can’t still get along. I did say sorry, after all.
Well, I can’t promise to do it every time, but I’ll tell you what: whenever I do notice your participation in a thread, I’ll include a spoiler box at the end of my posts in which I’ll try to translate my overwrought, purple prose into something more palatable for the more pragmatic sensibility you represent on this board. Okay?
(spoiler)I’ll talk to suit myself, sport. If you care enough, get an Eighth-grader to translate for you.(/spoiler)
I have to agree. Was this guy doing the entire "rollie eyed, snotty sighing, huffy shoulders " thing, or was it just a blank space in the action, so to speak, and he unconsciously filled in the “blank space” with the finger drumming?
If not, I totally agree, but my reaction is generally either a stern “mom” look and as someone suggested above a casual “am I keeping you from somthing?” type verbal reminder of where they are (at WORK, not girlfriend cell phone hour).
Although lately, in my old age, ineptness in clerk types seems to give me a fit of the giggles. It’s as if, I am too jaded at the widespread inability to work in such a large portion of the “lower end” (gas station clerks, fast food etc), type customer service folks to get angry, but it’s just so unbelievable to me that someone could be THAT brainless (I know, I know, despite the overwhelming number of these folks that work in these jobs and are this way).
I mean, come on, think about it from a different perspective. This guy has slightly above a sloth’s ambition level, so his lot in life is pretty much fixed barring some miracle increase in his IQ or sophistication and understanding of The Way Life Works [sup]TM[/sup]
Ah yes, now I remember. T’were lucwarm. and I bet his behavior in that thread had at least something to do with him being banned.
First, I would like to point out that in North America, drumming your fingers while waiting is pretty much universally a sign of impatience. If you’re doing it unconsciously or out of habit, you are still giving people the message that you are impatiently waiting for them.
Second, I agree that it would be a whole lot easier to read your posts if you simplified a little, King of Soup. You can write any way you like, of course, but your posts are kind of hard to wade through. It’s like, I’ll be cruising along the highway of the Straight Dope, doing about 100 kph, wind blowing in my hair, good tunes on the cd player, then I hit one of your posts like a bottle-necked construction zone.
Vell, zee, vhat I zhink here is zat you are being pazzive agrezzive, yes? Tell me about your muzzer.
That’s your schtick. You pick a possible but unlikely explanation and hang your hat on it.
Not me. Who was it that said “my post is my cite?”
That’s your schtick. You pick a possible but unlikely explanation and hang your hat on it.
Not me. Who was it that said “my post is my cite?”
Or simple-minded maybe. This is your response–
Where does “enough to live on” appear in it? You are adding conditions in a feeble attempt to escape your own words. That’s where the dishonesty comes in. Get it? What the hell does “enough to live on” have to do with anything? If a doctor works for free is he no longer a professional?
Part of the reason I’m hard on this kid is he seems young, bright, healthy, clean cut, good looking, etc. I can’t see a reason for him to work there, but it’s none of my damn business why he works there. But it’s my business that he’s apparently too good to work there, and yet does. Too bad. Get over it, gas station boy.
It’s my corner gas station. I go there all the time. I’m familiar with all the people who work there. There’s this one young woman. I think she’s fresh from India. Hardly speaks English at all. Totally fucks up well, pretty much everything. But she tries, and she’s earnest. She recognizes me, and always tries out her English. “Hi! How are you today? Nice weather today, yeah?” I give her huge points, even though I have to count my change every time. She still gets huge points.
Gas station boy is apparently too good to work there, yet does. Too bad. Don’t drum those fingers at me, gas station boy.