So we're buying this new patio gazebo about two weeks ago, and the box weighs about a hundred pounds, right? I flag down this large, strong looking young man and ask him if he will help my husband load it into a dolly and then into the truck.
Okay, first off, I spoke mostly to the back of this idiot's head, because he was far too cool and far too surly to actually, you know, LOOK at me when I'm talking to him. Whatever, I just want the box moved. So he gets a buddy and the two of them take the thing to the register. Husband pays for it, and then the three of them head for the parking lot. I stay in the store with the baby, where it's cooler.
Somewhere along the line, the buddy disappears and it's just trifling-ass loser and the husband at the truck. Conversation follows:
TAL: (Pulling cart up to truck and standing there like an idiot)There you go.
HUSBAND:
"there you go?"
Nice try. Come on.
TAL: (grudgingly moves toward box) Do you want the light end or the heavy end?
HUSBAND: How old are you?
TAL: 26.
HUSBAND: Guess that means I'll be taking the light end.
did that idiot think I sent him out there for????? He actually thought my husband was gonna pick up a 100+ pound, 12 foot long box into a truck by himself? I mean, he grabbed a buddy to move it into the dolly, right? HE wasn't willing to move it himself, why did he think I asked him to help?
If I'd been out there, I'd have chewed him a new one. And I dont' think it would have been sucky of me, either. It's not like I expected the guy to lift it himself. I asked him to "help", not "do." It would have been swell of him to extend the same courtesy to my husband, don't you think?
Dumbass.
Okay, first off, I spoke mostly to the back of this idiot's head, because he was far too cool and far too surly to actually, you know, LOOK at me when I'm talking to him. Whatever, I just want the box moved. So he gets a buddy and the two of them take the thing to the register. Husband pays for it, and then the three of them head for the parking lot. I stay in the store with the baby, where it's cooler.
Somewhere along the line, the buddy disappears and it's just trifling-ass loser and the husband at the truck. Conversation follows:
TAL: (Pulling cart up to truck and standing there like an idiot)There you go.
HUSBAND:
"there you go?"
Nice try. Come on. TAL: (grudgingly moves toward box) Do you want the light end or the heavy end?
HUSBAND: How old are you?
TAL: 26.
HUSBAND: Guess that means I'll be taking the light end.
did that idiot think I sent him out there for????? He actually thought my husband was gonna pick up a 100+ pound, 12 foot long box into a truck by himself? I mean, he grabbed a buddy to move it into the dolly, right? HE wasn't willing to move it himself, why did he think I asked him to help?If I'd been out there, I'd have chewed him a new one. And I dont' think it would have been sucky of me, either. It's not like I expected the guy to lift it himself. I asked him to "help", not "do." It would have been swell of him to extend the same courtesy to my husband, don't you think?
Dumbass.



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