So this Jackwagon came up to me today wanting to get his Widget. It started out bad from the second I called his number. This is why. I called the number 63, because 62 was already up on the counter. Apparently, Mr. Jackwagon was 62 and somehow had gotten skipped. He says "What about 62?!?"
I reply, "Ok, come on up."
Now when a person wants to buy this particular Widget, there is specific information I need before I can sell him the Widget. I know, picky, picky, picky, but I don't make the rules. Well... He slides the request from over the counter to me and says "I don't have those numbers."
I push the paper back over the counter to him and tell him "You're gonna need those numbers before I can sell you a widget."
"But the lady over there said you could find the numbers in the computer," he replies with an attitude, pushing the paper back across the counter to me.
I take the paper but I say "I'll look for the numbers in the computer, however if I can't find them, you'll have to get them yourself." Now I'll admit I said this a little cranky. I was just getting to work and he'd already fuzzed me up from the get go.
He stands up straight, grabs is paper and with attitude says "You want me to go get the numbers instead?!?"
I look him right in the eye and reply "yes, yes I do." Then I slide the paper back to him.
He looks at me and says "You're rude! I don't know what's wrong with you." He snatches up the paper and starts to walk away. But he stops in front of my co-worker next to me and says "You need to control her. She's outta control." Then storms out the door to make a phone call to get the numbers.
Like anyone at work controls me!!! What a Jackwagon!
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