draco664
01-21-2008, 11:42 AM
My wife and I were shopping in a local $BIG_STORE, and while I checked out some shirts, she went to get some photos done.
No shirts in my size, so I went to find her.
While heading down to the back of the store where the photo place was, a big guy came barrelling past me, his face as red as humanly possible. I didn't think much about it at the time, it just looked odd to me.
I found my wife, who was standing around a group of customers who were either laughing or chatting with the girl behind the counter. One older lady was examining her wrist. My wife bounces over to me with a big smile and excitedly tells me what happened.
Big Red-Faced Guy had apparently been waiting in line for all of five minutes, and was seriously miffed. He got to the front of the line, and started screaming at the girl behind the counter for making him wait. Apparently, she said she wasn't going to serve him if he shouted, so he leaned over the counter and grabbed the girl's wrist so hard her hand went red.
The guy behind him saw this, dropped his bags, stepped forward, and pushed the BRFG's face into the counter and held him there from behind. While not as tall as BRFG, he had some serious muscles on his arms.
Now, while my wife is prone to exaggeration on occasion, more than one person listened to her tell the story and didn't object. So this is the conversation.
BRFG: Agh, let the f*ck go!
Helpful Guy: I think you want to let go of the helpful girl there first.
BRFG lets go quickly.
HG: Good man.
BRFG: Now let me go!
HG: Not just yet. Why don't you apologise to the nice girl.
BRFG: What?!
HG: Apologise.
BRFG: I'm sorry, all right?
HG (to the girl): Do you accept the apology, young lady?
Photo Girl (a bit bewildered, I imagine): Um, ok.
HG: Good, now we are all friends here. Why don't you tell her what you wanted.
BRFG: What?
HG: Tell her what you came here for. You know, why you were in line.
BRFG: Just let me go you bastard!
HG (who didn't even raise his voice through the whole thing): Now, now, no need for that kind of language. What did you want?
BRFG: I just wanted to get my photos!
HG: There, that was easy, wasn't it?
The rest of the transaction was done just like that. The BRFG had to sign his docket with his face pressed against the counter. By the time he'd done, the manager had wandered past to see what was going on.
HG let BRFG up at the manager's request. BRFG who looked around and literally bolted, where he ran past me on my way to find my wife.
I missed the whole bloody thing!:cry:
Draco
No shirts in my size, so I went to find her.
While heading down to the back of the store where the photo place was, a big guy came barrelling past me, his face as red as humanly possible. I didn't think much about it at the time, it just looked odd to me.
I found my wife, who was standing around a group of customers who were either laughing or chatting with the girl behind the counter. One older lady was examining her wrist. My wife bounces over to me with a big smile and excitedly tells me what happened.
Big Red-Faced Guy had apparently been waiting in line for all of five minutes, and was seriously miffed. He got to the front of the line, and started screaming at the girl behind the counter for making him wait. Apparently, she said she wasn't going to serve him if he shouted, so he leaned over the counter and grabbed the girl's wrist so hard her hand went red.
The guy behind him saw this, dropped his bags, stepped forward, and pushed the BRFG's face into the counter and held him there from behind. While not as tall as BRFG, he had some serious muscles on his arms.
Now, while my wife is prone to exaggeration on occasion, more than one person listened to her tell the story and didn't object. So this is the conversation.
BRFG: Agh, let the f*ck go!
Helpful Guy: I think you want to let go of the helpful girl there first.
BRFG lets go quickly.
HG: Good man.
BRFG: Now let me go!
HG: Not just yet. Why don't you apologise to the nice girl.
BRFG: What?!
HG: Apologise.
BRFG: I'm sorry, all right?
HG (to the girl): Do you accept the apology, young lady?
Photo Girl (a bit bewildered, I imagine): Um, ok.
HG: Good, now we are all friends here. Why don't you tell her what you wanted.
BRFG: What?
HG: Tell her what you came here for. You know, why you were in line.
BRFG: Just let me go you bastard!
HG (who didn't even raise his voice through the whole thing): Now, now, no need for that kind of language. What did you want?
BRFG: I just wanted to get my photos!
HG: There, that was easy, wasn't it?
The rest of the transaction was done just like that. The BRFG had to sign his docket with his face pressed against the counter. By the time he'd done, the manager had wandered past to see what was going on.
HG let BRFG up at the manager's request. BRFG who looked around and literally bolted, where he ran past me on my way to find my wife.
I missed the whole bloody thing!:cry:
Draco