On my commute home this evening, I entered the train station and feeling a bit thirsty, presented at the ticket-sellers office where they have the added service of selling cans of soft-drink (soda) for just $1 per can. They’ve got a little bar-fridge behind the counter and they are always deliciously cold too, so it’s a bit of a treat.
So I asked the guy behind the glass partition for ‘a can of Coke, please’ and he went friggin’ ballistic on me!
"WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS, THAT’S NOT MY JOB, I’LL HAVE TO GET SOMEONE UP FROM THE BACK OFFICE TO GET IT FOR YOU, IF I WANTED TO WORK IN A MILK-BAR, I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN A JOB THERE, NOT HERE. I WORK FOR THE RAILWAYS YOU KNOW" and huffed and puffed and did in fact drag some poor schlepper out from the office (probably doing more important time-tabling stuff) to open the fridge, give me a can and take my dollar.
Like, what the FUCK? :rolleyes:
I grinned at the guy who did serve me (it was a tad difficult to stop myself from laughing right out loud, especially watching his eyes rolling at his colleagues idiocy), bade him a very good evening and wished him well. The other folks in the waiting room who witnessed the outburst were equally aghast and amused. Of course, such behaviour just challenges me to seek a resolution…so every night on my way home from now on, regardless of my thirst, I am going to try to purchase a can of drink from this bloke until he mellows out or totally melts down.
That doesn’t sound so much like a resolution as a confrontation. And a fun one, at that.
“Excuse, me, but I need to speak to someone who can help me. Please summon the refreshment dispensery technician.” Don’t make eye contact as you say this.
You: “Yes, I’d like a can of soda please.”
Clerk: “RAAAhhrblgrableargybargybleaarrgghh!!”
You: “Very well, then please fetch the carbonated beverage retrieval technician.”
Clerk: “Arglebraugh.”
::time passes::
Clerk: “BLACHnnnkkkhhh!”
Carbonated beverage retrieval technician: “Here you are, Sir.”
You (to carbonated beverage retrieval technician): “Thank you, now would you be so kind as to shove it up the clerk’s ass?”
Clerk: “Brouu?”
