Little story from my night...
I'd forgotten to fax in my time sheet for my latest temp job, and remembered it about 10 minutes before the closest kinko's closed (my home fax hasn't worked for a while now). So I shot over, made it a minute before closing, and quickly finished my task. The people working were very polite, showed me what I needed to do, and all that sort of thing. I made a point of thanking them for that, and as I was leaving the guy who had helped me the most made an interesting comment:
"You're very polite. You're not from around here, are you?"
I thanked him for the compliment, and told him that he was polite too...but it made me think. If the three minutes I spent in the store made me polite enough for him to comment on it, just how bad ARE the normal customers?
I'd forgotten to fax in my time sheet for my latest temp job, and remembered it about 10 minutes before the closest kinko's closed (my home fax hasn't worked for a while now). So I shot over, made it a minute before closing, and quickly finished my task. The people working were very polite, showed me what I needed to do, and all that sort of thing. I made a point of thanking them for that, and as I was leaving the guy who had helped me the most made an interesting comment:
"You're very polite. You're not from around here, are you?"
I thanked him for the compliment, and told him that he was polite too...but it made me think. If the three minutes I spent in the store made me polite enough for him to comment on it, just how bad ARE the normal customers?
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