You know, I realize that there are a lot of freaking lonely people out there who confuse shopping with having a social life, but I swear I am not one of them.
I know Bed Bath And Beyond has a really annoying "greeting" policy. So I am always nice to the clerks. The clerks in that place are always super, it's not their fault some suit in their main office is a fucking idiot.
Even when I am "greeted" like 8 times in a 10 or 15 minute span of time.
I just need to think in peace, you know? I'm trying to get a present for someone, I need to think. I've got to plan. I've got f ADD with dyscalculia, the inside of my head is like the New York Stock Exchange. I get a rare day all to myself, which is a great time for me to go shopping because I can be alone with no pressure and no distractions and no extraneous conversations and here come an endless parade of paid well-wishers. Somebody kill me. It's hard enough for me to focus without all that. If I have to be honest, I don't even want to run into someone I know. I want to get my shit and get out. I'm enjoying my alone time, I don't want it buggered up by people I am friends with much less people who are paid to be nice to me.
And of course, I have to be nice. I can't be like I want to be. Because that would be uncool and it's not their fault. And they are nice people trying to do their jobs.
Geez!!!! I just about did this: out of the store.
I know Bed Bath And Beyond has a really annoying "greeting" policy. So I am always nice to the clerks. The clerks in that place are always super, it's not their fault some suit in their main office is a fucking idiot.
Even when I am "greeted" like 8 times in a 10 or 15 minute span of time.
I just need to think in peace, you know? I'm trying to get a present for someone, I need to think. I've got to plan. I've got f ADD with dyscalculia, the inside of my head is like the New York Stock Exchange. I get a rare day all to myself, which is a great time for me to go shopping because I can be alone with no pressure and no distractions and no extraneous conversations and here come an endless parade of paid well-wishers. Somebody kill me. It's hard enough for me to focus without all that. If I have to be honest, I don't even want to run into someone I know. I want to get my shit and get out. I'm enjoying my alone time, I don't want it buggered up by people I am friends with much less people who are paid to be nice to me.
And of course, I have to be nice. I can't be like I want to be. Because that would be uncool and it's not their fault. And they are nice people trying to do their jobs.
Geez!!!! I just about did this: out of the store.
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