This happened to me in the eighth hour of a stupidly busy nine hour shift.
Me: Tired and cranky, but still nice to everyone
Her: Overly touchy lady buying a bunch of clothes.
Me: How are you today?
Her: Fine, and yourself?
Me: Fantastic! (That's a lie. I'm tired. I wanna go home. )
*ringity ringity*
Me: Okay, so all that stuff with the A on it comes to...$XXX.XX
Her: All righty then. *hands me plastic money*
Me: *scans plastic money* Okay, sign this please.
Her: *signs, starts to leave*
Me: Ma'am, you forgot your receipt!
Her: Don't call me ma'am, I'm not old!
Me: I-er-I was just trying to be nice. Here's your receipt.
Her: I'm not old enough to be a ma'am.
Now, ladies, you've gotta see it our way. This has happened to me a few times, and I'm not stopping it. Hell, I've called 5 year-old girls ma'am. I was raised to be respectful. You know, "sir" and "ma'am"? I try not to step on your toes, but sometimes, you've got some really HUGE TOES. I mean, it could be worse for you.
Hypothetical Me (WARNING: Hypothetical Me is a total jackass) : Hey, b****, you forgot your receipt!
Or perhaps: Hey, you with the obvious aging! Yes, you who passed your prime several years ago and will never look this good again without the assistance of modern medicine! You have neglected to depart with this paper slip containing the proof of the transaction that just occurred!
What I'm trying to say is, I'm not trying to insult you, insinuate, or imply a single thing. You said please and thank you, you don't smell, and you didn't complain. Frankly, I'd hug you, but this damned granite counter is in the way. Instead, I treat you with respect. Please believe that's all I'm trying to do. Take your paranoia elsewhere, kthxbai.
[END RANT.]
Me: Tired and cranky, but still nice to everyone
Her: Overly touchy lady buying a bunch of clothes.
Me: How are you today?
Her: Fine, and yourself?
Me: Fantastic! (That's a lie. I'm tired. I wanna go home. )
*ringity ringity*
Me: Okay, so all that stuff with the A on it comes to...$XXX.XX
Her: All righty then. *hands me plastic money*
Me: *scans plastic money* Okay, sign this please.
Her: *signs, starts to leave*
Me: Ma'am, you forgot your receipt!
Her: Don't call me ma'am, I'm not old!
Me: I-er-I was just trying to be nice. Here's your receipt.
Her: I'm not old enough to be a ma'am.
Now, ladies, you've gotta see it our way. This has happened to me a few times, and I'm not stopping it. Hell, I've called 5 year-old girls ma'am. I was raised to be respectful. You know, "sir" and "ma'am"? I try not to step on your toes, but sometimes, you've got some really HUGE TOES. I mean, it could be worse for you.
Hypothetical Me (WARNING: Hypothetical Me is a total jackass) : Hey, b****, you forgot your receipt!
Or perhaps: Hey, you with the obvious aging! Yes, you who passed your prime several years ago and will never look this good again without the assistance of modern medicine! You have neglected to depart with this paper slip containing the proof of the transaction that just occurred!
What I'm trying to say is, I'm not trying to insult you, insinuate, or imply a single thing. You said please and thank you, you don't smell, and you didn't complain. Frankly, I'd hug you, but this damned granite counter is in the way. Instead, I treat you with respect. Please believe that's all I'm trying to do. Take your paranoia elsewhere, kthxbai.
[END RANT.]
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