Tonight I was in the process of taking the locks off a customer's movies when I SLAMMED my finger in a drawer. REALLY, REALLY HARD!
I literally jumped straight up in the air and SHRIEKED! Then came the, 'Oh F**k that hurts" dance. In the end I sounded like an idiot because I kept starting to say bad words and stopping mid-word, "FU... DA... FUHAHA... SHHH- EEAAA!"
Then I sat down behind the counter out of the sight of the customers and worked my hand so it wouldn't bruise as bad. Which brought on more near miss cussing.
When I finally could breathe again I stood up- still favoring my hand- turned to try and take a customer.
Remember that poor guy who's locks I was taking out quite some time back?
He was still there- waiting! The other employee was just getting around to cashing him out. *headdesk* So, yeah- he'd been there awhile.
My first thought was, "Oh, crap! He's going to complain about having to wait so freaking long!"
Ready for the worst I said, "Sorry for the wait." No, I don't think I was overtly convincing...
Yes, I know- nothing I could do about it- blah, blah. Whatever.
He looked me square in the eye and said, "I'm going out to my truck to get you some ice out of my cooler for your finger."
And with that he walked out, got me a bag of ice, I thanked him and he left left. No complaints of any kind- just a smile.
I was SO thankful that he was a good person and not an SC. We all know how it COULD have turned out...
For anyone interested- my finger is pretty bad. Thanks to the ice it's not swollen but I have a crease/ dark bruise under the fingernail and I can not stand to touch anything with the pad of it. It's making typing fun.
I literally jumped straight up in the air and SHRIEKED! Then came the, 'Oh F**k that hurts" dance. In the end I sounded like an idiot because I kept starting to say bad words and stopping mid-word, "FU... DA... FUHAHA... SHHH- EEAAA!"
Then I sat down behind the counter out of the sight of the customers and worked my hand so it wouldn't bruise as bad. Which brought on more near miss cussing.
When I finally could breathe again I stood up- still favoring my hand- turned to try and take a customer.
Remember that poor guy who's locks I was taking out quite some time back?
He was still there- waiting! The other employee was just getting around to cashing him out. *headdesk* So, yeah- he'd been there awhile.
My first thought was, "Oh, crap! He's going to complain about having to wait so freaking long!"
Ready for the worst I said, "Sorry for the wait." No, I don't think I was overtly convincing...
Yes, I know- nothing I could do about it- blah, blah. Whatever.
He looked me square in the eye and said, "I'm going out to my truck to get you some ice out of my cooler for your finger."
And with that he walked out, got me a bag of ice, I thanked him and he left left. No complaints of any kind- just a smile.
I was SO thankful that he was a good person and not an SC. We all know how it COULD have turned out...
For anyone interested- my finger is pretty bad. Thanks to the ice it's not swollen but I have a crease/ dark bruise under the fingernail and I can not stand to touch anything with the pad of it. It's making typing fun.
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