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Ugh, the "Don't touch me" thing. I've been there.
Lately, I have the twitchy instincts and reflexes of most wildlife out there. Today was my first day without morning coffee, and I'm even more fight or flight. Had a guy whose keys didn't work (Made them yesterday.) because they were used with the wrong blank storm in asking
Him: "YOU THE KEY GUY?!"
Me: "Yep, the very be---"
Him: "YOU BETTER BE, *Grabs my shirt* 'CUZ TH--"
*His hand is already upside down on the desk, with my hand holding onto his wrist in a death-grip*
Him: "Ow HEY OW! WHAT THE F^@#!!"
Me: *between gritted teeth, nearly snarling* "As I was saying, I AM the very best in this store, statistically speaking. I will look at your keys, *Begins to ease up pressure on his wrist* and do my best to fix them. May I see them, please?"
Him: "Holy f^@# guy, gimme back my arm here!"
Me: *glares at him, straight in the eye, making sure he sees my message* "Yep, let's take a look..." *slowly releases arm*
And I quickly snatch up his keys, and remake 'em. They worked. Left without a word. I didn't hear anything else about it, so I guess I was lucky, but I don't want to be in that position again. The "brute" game works two ways, after all. I don't want to be the monster.
Lately, I have the twitchy instincts and reflexes of most wildlife out there. Today was my first day without morning coffee, and I'm even more fight or flight. Had a guy whose keys didn't work (Made them yesterday.) because they were used with the wrong blank storm in asking
Him: "YOU THE KEY GUY?!"
Me: "Yep, the very be---"
Him: "YOU BETTER BE, *Grabs my shirt* 'CUZ TH--"
*His hand is already upside down on the desk, with my hand holding onto his wrist in a death-grip*
Him: "Ow HEY OW! WHAT THE F^@#!!"
Me: *between gritted teeth, nearly snarling* "As I was saying, I AM the very best in this store, statistically speaking. I will look at your keys, *Begins to ease up pressure on his wrist* and do my best to fix them. May I see them, please?"
Him: "Holy f^@# guy, gimme back my arm here!"
Me: *glares at him, straight in the eye, making sure he sees my message* "Yep, let's take a look..." *slowly releases arm*
And I quickly snatch up his keys, and remake 'em. They worked. Left without a word. I didn't hear anything else about it, so I guess I was lucky, but I don't want to be in that position again. The "brute" game works two ways, after all. I don't want to be the monster.
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