... you son of a bitch!
Yes, I have dyslexia, which makes life sooooo much fun. Like when I'm reading and my brain substitutes a completely different word than what is printed. I call these "happy accidents" mental Freudian slips. One of which lead to tonight"s conversation with my customer experience manager.
Me: I just totally misread a customer's shirt.
CEM: makes a "I'm listening, continue" hum
Me: It was homemade with some of the iron letters we sell.
CEM: makes another "continue" hum
Me: It read "V is for vegatrian"
CEM:
Me:
CEM: Oh my God!
Me: Yep
CEM: "V is for..."
Me: "Vagatrian"
CEM: You need a shirt like that
Me: I so need a shirt like that
Yes, I have dyslexia, which makes life sooooo much fun. Like when I'm reading and my brain substitutes a completely different word than what is printed. I call these "happy accidents" mental Freudian slips. One of which lead to tonight"s conversation with my customer experience manager.
Me: I just totally misread a customer's shirt.
CEM: makes a "I'm listening, continue" hum
Me: It was homemade with some of the iron letters we sell.
CEM: makes another "continue" hum
Me: It read "V is for vegatrian"
CEM:
Me:
CEM: Oh my God!
Me: Yep
CEM: "V is for..."
Me: "Vagatrian"
CEM: You need a shirt like that
Me: I so need a shirt like that
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