So I was working the drive-thru at Drugstore Work today, and we had a customer with a complex set of problems at the window. Ideally, she'd have come inside, but she had just left the hospital and was in pain and dressed in PJs. So, we were doing our best to help her through the window. The situation was complex enough that every time I went back to the window to relay a piece of information, she had another question that I then had to go get an answer to. No biggie, really; there was no one behind her for most of this time.
In the last couple minutes before she was done, another lady drove up behind Just Left Hospital Lady in the DT. We'll call this second lady Batpoo Crazy Lady, because after waiting just one or two minutes, she barreled around Just Left Hospital's car, kerthunking up over a couple of curbs, then parked and came into the store.
As it happened, I finished with Just Left Hospital's order right then and had the "privilege" of waiting on Batpoo Crazy when she came into the store.
"I just about tore up my car out there on your curb!" she chastised me.
I was still flabbergasted enough that I had forgotten to put on my politeness hat, and said something like "Yeah, I was wondering what was up with that."
She just harrumphed, and I recovered myself and said "I apologize for the wait; the customer ahead of you had a lot of questions."
"Well, I could see that," retorted Batpoo. "It was only my blood pressure medication," she added, in a really sarcastic tone.
Afterward--though I don't as a rule speculate about how people came to have the medical issues they have--I couldn't help but wonder whether her anger management problem was contributing to her high blood pressure...
The boss mentioned that she is pretty much never happy with anything.
In the last couple minutes before she was done, another lady drove up behind Just Left Hospital Lady in the DT. We'll call this second lady Batpoo Crazy Lady, because after waiting just one or two minutes, she barreled around Just Left Hospital's car, kerthunking up over a couple of curbs, then parked and came into the store.
As it happened, I finished with Just Left Hospital's order right then and had the "privilege" of waiting on Batpoo Crazy when she came into the store.
"I just about tore up my car out there on your curb!" she chastised me.
I was still flabbergasted enough that I had forgotten to put on my politeness hat, and said something like "Yeah, I was wondering what was up with that."
She just harrumphed, and I recovered myself and said "I apologize for the wait; the customer ahead of you had a lot of questions."
"Well, I could see that," retorted Batpoo. "It was only my blood pressure medication," she added, in a really sarcastic tone.
Afterward--though I don't as a rule speculate about how people came to have the medical issues they have--I couldn't help but wonder whether her anger management problem was contributing to her high blood pressure...

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