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I had a similar thing happen to me. I had just started a long bike trip on my new mountain bike, when the chain ring sliced into my leg, leaving several deep gashes. I immediately began to bleed profusely. Blood dripping, I limped into a nearby gas station and politely asked the man behind the counter if he had a first aid kit. He studiously ignored me. There were at least three or four people in line to pay. We all kind of exchanged glances, then I asked himin a louder voice. Still no acknowledgment of any kind. A few people paid and left as I continued to try to get his attention. After a while, three different people came back into the store with first aid kits from their car. The clerk never even lifted a fucking finger. I left blood on the floor quite happily. (I still have scars, ten years later.)
Damn, I guess they aren’t teaching bookstore clerks proper triage these days. Sheesh. Everyone knows that the pissy customer gets helped before the bleeding customer.
Oh man, I could have had some fun with this.
Given the situation, here’s how it would have went down, based on the cut not being life threatening not I just wanting the bandage because it was gross or inconvenient to have a cut. I rarely bandage a cut. There’s about a 1mm depth of the cut between finally bandaging it and getting stitches.
Walk up to the counter and say, “Excuse me, I’m sure you’re in a hurry to get your shopping done, but I’ve cut myself and would sure appreciate getting it bandaged as soon as possible. Maybe I could help you out with your list while you wait? i’m fairly familiar with this mall and can propbably help you out as well while you’re waiting.”
Bam! Otto (being so much smarter than this dullard) is able to let the guy know where to get the books, while getting the emergency medical care he needs. Everyone wins!
Now let’s say the guy wants to be an utter dick and look disdainfully upon the bleeding person and insist the he was there first, so fuck everyone else.
(Keep in mind, this is in a situation that involves a cut but isn’t one that is any way life-threatening.)
Well now, we have some fun. We were as polite as possible, even offering our services to a stranger in need for the inconvenience of asking for a bandage. He sees no justification in letting you cut in front of him, even though he gets the questions answered in the same time. In short, an utter prick. Keep in mind, that mentioning viruses may be illegal in some areas, so we skip that. Here’s what I do in that situation.
Holding your hand up with only the sound of an occassional sigh from myself, I allow the blood to pool just a bit before doing the hand shake-off. You know what I mean. When you have a cut on your hand most people will kind of shake it to distract the pain.
Just make sure when you shake it the blood hits the guy. Don’t be obvious about it, he may go Asshole[sup]TM[/sup] and try to somehow sue for replacement cost. Your defense is you’re in pain and the hand movement was involuntary. You didn’t mean to fuck up his expensive jacket that can never be totally cleaned.
There is one work around for the virus part if you’re dexterous enough. While doing this, call someone on your cell phone and say, in a worried tone, “So what did the blood work say?” Who’s to say you’re not asking about a pregnancy test your secretary got?
I love the stress of Christmas. 
I exited a store in a long stip mall, crossed the parking lot in front of the store and approached my car. Another car backed up across the lot and drove up beside me with the window rolled down.
The driver of that car was a very large and tall man who was pointing a gun at me. He demanded my purse. I gave it to him, but asked it he would give it back to me since it was a particular favorite of mine. He agreed, took my wallet, gave the purse back and drove off further down the parking lot and stopped.
I had already identified the type of vehicle and I didn’t want to remain in the same parking lot with him. I didn’t want to walk across the lot back to the store and risk being shot at. (Doh!) So I drove down to the end of the lot to Couser’s Restaurant, owned by the parents of my local Councilman. This was a local meat and 3 place across from the zoo – a staple in the community and a local hangout. I parked in their lot facing the street so that I could see which direction the thief drove when he left the strip mall. (This is one of the main arteries out of town.)
Within a minute or two I saw the perp head north on the artery and I ran inside to avail myself of the phone.
An employee was taking an order for a meat and 3 over the phone. I told her several times that I had a police emergency and that I had just been robbed and needed to call the police. I asked her to get off of the phone. She continued to take the order. I was frantic! After the FINISHED taking the four dollar order, she turned the phone around for my use, making sure that she dialed the number for me first. :rolleyes:
After calling the police, I went to wait in a separate entrance way. I was shaking all over. I finally asked a customer if he could ask the manager to come out. When she did, I asked for some water. She brought it to me, but when she did, she asked me why I had to come THERE to her restaurant. Why didn’t I just go back into the store where I had been shopping!
I dunno, lady. Being robbed at gunpoint makes me head for the nearest safe place, maybe?
At any rate, he had robbed someone else before I entered the restaurant and earlier that morninng, he had hijacked the vehicle at knifepoint. A helicopter chase ensued, we made the news that night and he is doing twelve years. A kind neighbor returned my wallet from where he had tossed it. I don’t eat at Couser’s anymore.
First off, I’m sorry that happened to you.
But what the heck is a “meat and three?”
An entree and three vegetables. Plus corn bread.
Okay…
Never heard of it. I thought maybe it was BBQ and 3 sides. What part of the country are you in? (I never heard of Innisfree, either. ;))
Yeah cuz gay people have HIV AIDS lol!!!111!
You know that’s not true, and I know that’s not true… but does Otto’s moron boy know that’s not true?
What the FUCK are you talking about??? What brain cell did you dust off to come up with that one?
See above. Fuck you.
Was this perhaps what you meant, ass-tards? Notice I wasn’t the one that mentioned a virus?
But I get hit. Figures. Pit rant to follow.
I was obviously referring to the moron that Otto was pitting in the first place.
You may now remove your foot.
Knock yourself out. matt_mcl was clearly talking about the moron in the OP, so your “fuck you” to him was over-reactionary bullshit.
I, however, was making fun of you. Because of your habit of going into any thread where anyone on the fruity side of the bar is participating and pointing and saying “lookit them funny homos.” Like this one.
Reading the rest of your post, though, I guess you could’ve just been talking about some random payback to the moron in the OP, and it had nothing to do with teh ghey. In which case I’d be a little embarrassed. But still only like a 3 on the embarrassment scale – not enough to warrant me being called an “ass-tard,” but too much for me to go on arguing with a sense of righteous put-upon indignation.
But hey, I got to make a random nasty comment and you got to make three posts of “fuck yous” and it sounds like a whole pit rant’s worth of material. Everybody wins!
Hi, Dolores. After the robbery was over, I’ve had some good laughs over making him give back my purse. (Once you’ve taught high school, it’s hard not to be tits to the wind.)
Meat and 3s are usually small family-owned restaurants. Otto got it right. BBQ is often one of the meat choices. These places are common in the South and popular among the retired set. They are inexpensive and filling.
I live in Nashville. “Innisfree” is a small lake island in Ireland. Not much is going on there except peacefulness – or at least that’s the way it is in my mind after reading Yeat’s poem about it.
Most of my life is very peaceful. I hope that yours is the same.
I return you now to Sol, matt and duffer…
You know, I was thinking this would be a PMS thread.
…and coughed.
Personally, I’d like to think I’d have asked the geek for a strip of his shirt as I was reaching to stop up the blood on his sleeve. But I can’t say I’ve ever run into issues while butting into line and saying something like, “Look I don’t mean to interrupt; I just need to know if…” One would think that bloody would trump all, no?
Jesus.
A couple of years ago, after a bitter-cold MN day, my car refused to start. A passerby offered me a cell phone to call AAA, and after about 30 minutes of waiting I went into a local business to call a friend for a warm car. The business not only gladly offered me their telephone but also a warm jacket to take off the chill.
While I dislike where I live, I love these “human” courtesies that I always give and always wish to receive. Anecdotes like yours make me wonder what the hell is wrong with us.
I’ve been thoroughly corrected in my knee-jerk Pit OP. Apologies to all and a promise of no more Pit OP’s that aren’t gift or work related.
Carry on. And my Santa gift I hope for is forgiveness of past sins.
But really, wouldn’t it be kind of fun to flick blood on the guy’s ear? And when the guy scratches at it, flick a little more?