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Got a call from a local hair salon who needed their locks re-keyed.
Miss Uber Paranoid (MUP hereafter) proceeds to tell me her (imaginary) life story of how everyone is out to rob/spy on/get over on her.
I go about taking the locks appart, while smiling and nodding and not listening.
Out to the van I go to get her cylinder re-keyed.
Now I have to mention that this salon is located in a strip mall. A few days before I did a job of installing all new high security locks for the owner of the pawn shop next to her salon. So as I'm walking back from the van, the pawn shop owner is standing outside his shop having a smoke. I smile, I wave, I wish him a nice day, he does the same. Now mind you I never got closer than 10 feet to him during our whole pleasantry exchange.
I enter the salon to find MUP glued to her front window. Thus the fun begins.......
Me: OK, almost done........
MUP: OMG, you DIDN"T!!!!!! I don't want THEM having keys!!! What am I paying you for, if you just give out keys to THEM!!!
Me:
Whaaat???
MUP: YOU ARE DEFEATING THE PUROSE!! I JUST CAN'T FEEL SAFE NO MATTER WHAT I TRY AND DO!! WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM KEYS!!
Me: Give who keys??
MUP: The guy from next door. You are propably going to give the drunks next door keys, too.
(Sidenote: There is a bar located on the other side of the salon)
MUP: I thought since you are a woman too, I could trust you! blargle, blargle (about how she doesn't feel safe with the drunks next door and they are climbing through her ceiling and making off with the expensive barber chairs), blargle, blargle......
Me: I assume you watched me out the front window the whole time. I didn't not get close enough to him to hand him anything. All I did is smile and wave. Not to mention I would NOT do what you're accusing me off. Now would you like me to finish the job or would you like to call someone else, since you don't seem to trust me.
MUP: You might as well finish, but I want every key you made accounted for.
Another 25 minutes of foaming at the mouth from her about all the shady caracters that own buisinesses in the vincinity of her, which involves into a description of all the shadys in the neighborhood she lives and how they have wronged her, which started to involve into everybody she had ever dealt with in her live and how they misstreated her, at wich point I was done and (according to Miss Manners, the loonatic edition) very rudely interupted her to ask for payment.
After which I fled. But not before running into our UPS delivery guy in the parking lot, and I made it a point to walk up to him and shake his hand while exchangeing the pleasantries.
As I pulled out she was glued to her window, banging on it with her fists looking ready to explode.
AaaahHA! I just checked, it's almost full moon. That splains much!
Miss Uber Paranoid (MUP hereafter) proceeds to tell me her (imaginary) life story of how everyone is out to rob/spy on/get over on her.
I go about taking the locks appart, while smiling and nodding and not listening.
Out to the van I go to get her cylinder re-keyed.
Now I have to mention that this salon is located in a strip mall. A few days before I did a job of installing all new high security locks for the owner of the pawn shop next to her salon. So as I'm walking back from the van, the pawn shop owner is standing outside his shop having a smoke. I smile, I wave, I wish him a nice day, he does the same. Now mind you I never got closer than 10 feet to him during our whole pleasantry exchange.
I enter the salon to find MUP glued to her front window. Thus the fun begins.......
Me: OK, almost done........
MUP: OMG, you DIDN"T!!!!!! I don't want THEM having keys!!! What am I paying you for, if you just give out keys to THEM!!!
Me:
Whaaat???MUP: YOU ARE DEFEATING THE PUROSE!! I JUST CAN'T FEEL SAFE NO MATTER WHAT I TRY AND DO!! WHY DID YOU GIVE HIM KEYS!!
Me:
Give who keys??MUP: The guy from next door. You are propably going to give the drunks next door keys, too.
(Sidenote: There is a bar located on the other side of the salon)
MUP: I thought since you are a woman too, I could trust you! blargle, blargle (about how she doesn't feel safe with the drunks next door and they are climbing through her ceiling and making off with the expensive barber chairs), blargle, blargle......
Me: I assume you watched me out the front window the whole time. I didn't not get close enough to him to hand him anything. All I did is smile and wave. Not to mention I would NOT do what you're accusing me off. Now would you like me to finish the job or would you like to call someone else, since you don't seem to trust me.
MUP: You might as well finish, but I want every key you made accounted for.
Another 25 minutes of foaming at the mouth from her about all the shady caracters that own buisinesses in the vincinity of her, which involves into a description of all the shadys in the neighborhood she lives and how they have wronged her, which started to involve into everybody she had ever dealt with in her live and how they misstreated her, at wich point I was done and (according to Miss Manners, the loonatic edition) very rudely interupted her to ask for payment.
After which I fled. But not before running into our UPS delivery guy in the parking lot, and I made it a point to walk up to him and shake his hand while exchangeing the pleasantries.
As I pulled out she was glued to her window, banging on it with her fists looking ready to explode.
AaaahHA! I just checked, it's almost full moon. That splains much!
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