I've seen a few posts now on sites like this - there are a couple on notalwaysright.com - about customers who managed to somehow get it into their heads that the staff at the shops lived there. Like K-Mart maintains a barracks in the back or something. I love logic leaps like that, ones where we normal people can't figure out how in the hell they're coming up with this stuff.
So what's the recipe? Well, first you have to take others for granted. And by that I mean, you have to believe that other people are essentially ambulatory furniture. That says "sociopath" to me. The customer in the OP was surprised that a lowly clerk might have a home and family of her own, to the point where the idea actually offended her and she lashed out. She didn't like that idea; didn't like having to accept that other people are human. She had to stomp on that idea just as hard as she possibly could, or face exactly how big a jerk she's been all her life.
I'd wonder whether class has anything to do with it, but that's a debate for Fratching.
Love, Who?
So what's the recipe? Well, first you have to take others for granted. And by that I mean, you have to believe that other people are essentially ambulatory furniture. That says "sociopath" to me. The customer in the OP was surprised that a lowly clerk might have a home and family of her own, to the point where the idea actually offended her and she lashed out. She didn't like that idea; didn't like having to accept that other people are human. She had to stomp on that idea just as hard as she possibly could, or face exactly how big a jerk she's been all her life.
I'd wonder whether class has anything to do with it, but that's a debate for Fratching.
Love, Who?
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