We all know the old saying "you catch more flies with honey and vinegar". Here's a nice example of it in action. I was the fly.
Backstory: The air hose at my work developed a problem. The compressor's fine, but there's a leak somewhere between it and the hose that customers use to fill their car tyres. We weren't aware of it until today, when...
SC: "I've just let all the f*ing air out of my f*ing tyre and your f*ing air hose isn't f*ing working, what the f* are you going to do about it?"
Me: "I wasn't aware of the problem until you told me just now sir..."
SC: (interrupting) "I don't care about that, f*ing do something about it!"
Me: "I'll call my boss..." (calls the boss, who says basically to apologise and put an out of order sign on the hose and that there's no spare pump anywhere on the site)
SC: "Well? Are you going to pump up my f*ing tyre?"
Me: "My boss doesn't think we have a spare pump, but I'll look for one." (because I remember that the boss didn't think we had a jack two months ago, but there was one in a store room. I look everywhere a spare pump is likely to be, and there isn't one)
Me: (returns to counter) "We don't have spare pump, but..."
SC: (interrupting again) "Well that f*ing doesn't help me! Thanks for f*ing nothing!" (stands there staring)
Me: (thinks) That's a couple f-bombs too many so I won't offer to help you change the tyre (speaks) "Well it looks like there's nothing I can do for you."
SC: "F* off, and tell your boss to f* off too." (stomps out to his car, and drives away with one flat tyre)
Me: (thinks) one for the forum...
For those not confused by my wine-assisted writing style: Basically I was about to offer to help him change the tyre which would at least let him drive normally, but he pissed me off a little too much so I decided to stick with the bare minimum effort to get rid of him.
Backstory: The air hose at my work developed a problem. The compressor's fine, but there's a leak somewhere between it and the hose that customers use to fill their car tyres. We weren't aware of it until today, when...
SC: "I've just let all the f*ing air out of my f*ing tyre and your f*ing air hose isn't f*ing working, what the f* are you going to do about it?"
Me: "I wasn't aware of the problem until you told me just now sir..."
SC: (interrupting) "I don't care about that, f*ing do something about it!"
Me: "I'll call my boss..." (calls the boss, who says basically to apologise and put an out of order sign on the hose and that there's no spare pump anywhere on the site)
SC: "Well? Are you going to pump up my f*ing tyre?"
Me: "My boss doesn't think we have a spare pump, but I'll look for one." (because I remember that the boss didn't think we had a jack two months ago, but there was one in a store room. I look everywhere a spare pump is likely to be, and there isn't one)
Me: (returns to counter) "We don't have spare pump, but..."
SC: (interrupting again) "Well that f*ing doesn't help me! Thanks for f*ing nothing!" (stands there staring)
Me: (thinks) That's a couple f-bombs too many so I won't offer to help you change the tyre (speaks) "Well it looks like there's nothing I can do for you."
SC: "F* off, and tell your boss to f* off too." (stomps out to his car, and drives away with one flat tyre)
Me: (thinks) one for the forum...
For those not confused by my wine-assisted writing style: Basically I was about to offer to help him change the tyre which would at least let him drive normally, but he pissed me off a little too much so I decided to stick with the bare minimum effort to get rid of him.
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