Well the place I work at just bought these rather spiffy Red polo shirts with our logo on them. Mostly for when we have an event at the center.
I'm getting off of work and I'm heading into town to pick up my wife from where she works so we can head home.
I'm hungry as all hell so I pop into the Wawa nearby and stop and order a sandwich. I'm kneeling down so I can look at the chips they have to offer and I hear from behind me.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
This raises an eyebrow but since I have no enemies in the area (or anyone who would talk to me like for that matter) I chalk it up to someone talking to someone else and get back to my chip selection
"Don't you ignore me you little punk! Who gave you permission to come here?"
Ok, since no one else answered him I'm guessing he's referring to me. No idea as to whom this asshat is so I reply "I didn't think I needed your permission to go anywhere." and I go back to selecting chips for a snack. The Dill Pickle chips are intriguing me.
"Listen to me you little fuck! As your shift manager..."
I got tired of it at this point. I drew myself to my full 6'2" height, turned so he could see me clearly and said "As my shift manager you'll do what?"
What I saw when I turned around was the top of a head. A slight correction and I see someone wearing a maroon McDonalds shirt and a nameplate declaring that he is the shift manager.
As the rather short fellow realized that I wasn't who he thought I was, all the color ran out of his face and his ability to speak was really diminished. "I...I'm...uhm...I'm...err...<gulp>...I'm awful s-s-s-sorry."
The next thing I saw was his little ass blue-shifting as he runs out of there like he wants to break the light speed barrier.
Turns out (thanks to clarification by the Wawa clerk) there is a person at the McDonalds who looks a little like me but doesn't have that whole "I'm about to rip out your soul and use it to wipe my ass" look on his face when he's annoyed. He's also about as short as the manager I just scared the shit out of. Odds are he asked to make a run for something and was told no by the manager who later decided to step out. Likely he assumed (incorrectly) that I was that guy and he tried to intimidate me.
Ah, nothing like the smell of stupid in the morning
I'm getting off of work and I'm heading into town to pick up my wife from where she works so we can head home.
I'm hungry as all hell so I pop into the Wawa nearby and stop and order a sandwich. I'm kneeling down so I can look at the chips they have to offer and I hear from behind me.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
This raises an eyebrow but since I have no enemies in the area (or anyone who would talk to me like for that matter) I chalk it up to someone talking to someone else and get back to my chip selection
"Don't you ignore me you little punk! Who gave you permission to come here?"
Ok, since no one else answered him I'm guessing he's referring to me. No idea as to whom this asshat is so I reply "I didn't think I needed your permission to go anywhere." and I go back to selecting chips for a snack. The Dill Pickle chips are intriguing me.
"Listen to me you little fuck! As your shift manager..."
I got tired of it at this point. I drew myself to my full 6'2" height, turned so he could see me clearly and said "As my shift manager you'll do what?"
What I saw when I turned around was the top of a head. A slight correction and I see someone wearing a maroon McDonalds shirt and a nameplate declaring that he is the shift manager.
As the rather short fellow realized that I wasn't who he thought I was, all the color ran out of his face and his ability to speak was really diminished. "I...I'm...uhm...I'm...err...<gulp>...I'm awful s-s-s-sorry."
The next thing I saw was his little ass blue-shifting as he runs out of there like he wants to break the light speed barrier.
Turns out (thanks to clarification by the Wawa clerk) there is a person at the McDonalds who looks a little like me but doesn't have that whole "I'm about to rip out your soul and use it to wipe my ass" look on his face when he's annoyed. He's also about as short as the manager I just scared the shit out of. Odds are he asked to make a run for something and was told no by the manager who later decided to step out. Likely he assumed (incorrectly) that I was that guy and he tried to intimidate me.
Ah, nothing like the smell of stupid in the morning
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