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There's a chance I could get into trouble for this. But it's very remote. I doubt the guy even heard me. 
I was in a bad mood to begin with, because I had to deal with a couple idiots who bought two barstools but only brought up one pull tag, and we only had the one barstool to sell, and I didn't even deal with them originally; they were inflicted upon me by a co-irker. They really weren't too happy to find they couldn't leave with one item they paid for and they especially weren't happy with me telling them the one pull tag was the only one left and that meant we only had one barstool. But they went inside to the service desk to get things sorted out.
Then I got called to carry out a bed. bookcase headboard, and a twin-size mattress. The person I delivered this to was some hick in a beat-up pickup truck.
I initialed his receipt and told him the bed was a little bit heavy. Hick's response: "Well, get going. They pay you to load stuff up, don't they?" And he lit up a smokey treat and watched me work.
Load it up I did--a little rougher than I normally do, but that's what happens when I'm asked to lift things that are heavier than I should be lifting. After I got it all in the pickup bed I took my two-wheeler and walked back inside without a word.
Hick said after me "I didn't hear a thank you from you!" As I was heading back I replied "I didn't hear one out of you either."
Like I said, I doubt the guy heard me, over the jacked-up shitheap of a truck of his, and I was going away anyway. I didn't hear about him making a complaint about me in-store. And I doubt he's got the internet in whatever broken-down shack he lives in, and if he did I doubt he'd be smart enough to figure out how to take our customer service survey.
To the extent this guy may have been angry with me, he probably dealt with it by making angry love to his sister/wife, then putting on a Billy Ray Cyrus cassette and doing something involving NASCAR for the rest of the afternoon.
I was in a bad mood to begin with, because I had to deal with a couple idiots who bought two barstools but only brought up one pull tag, and we only had the one barstool to sell, and I didn't even deal with them originally; they were inflicted upon me by a co-irker. They really weren't too happy to find they couldn't leave with one item they paid for and they especially weren't happy with me telling them the one pull tag was the only one left and that meant we only had one barstool.
But they went inside to the service desk to get things sorted out.Then I got called to carry out a bed. bookcase headboard, and a twin-size mattress. The person I delivered this to was some hick in a beat-up pickup truck.
I initialed his receipt and told him the bed was a little bit heavy. Hick's response: "Well, get going. They pay you to load stuff up, don't they?" And he lit up a smokey treat and watched me work.
Load it up I did--a little rougher than I normally do, but that's what happens when I'm asked to lift things that are heavier than I should be lifting. After I got it all in the pickup bed I took my two-wheeler and walked back inside without a word.
Hick said after me "I didn't hear a thank you from you!" As I was heading back I replied "I didn't hear one out of you either."
Like I said, I doubt the guy heard me, over the jacked-up shitheap of a truck of his, and I was going away anyway. I didn't hear about him making a complaint about me in-store. And I doubt he's got the internet in whatever broken-down shack he lives in, and if he did I doubt he'd be smart enough to figure out how to take our customer service survey.
To the extent this guy may have been angry with me, he probably dealt with it by making angry love to his sister/wife, then putting on a Billy Ray Cyrus cassette and doing something involving NASCAR for the rest of the afternoon.
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