I have a couple who frequent my store about 2 or 3 times a week. They always come in right before school is to start and get their little precious son a mini turkey sub.
Sometimes they all come in together, sometimes it's just Mom and son, sometimes it's just Dad and son. I dread the times Dad comes in.
He always bitches when I cut the 2 inches off the 6-inch bread to make his requested 4-inch mini sub that there are alot of starving people in the world, and you're going to throw that bread out? (We don't throw it out, actually. We give it to a local chicken farmer who feeds his chickens with it.)
It got to the point that I finally said to him one day, "You know, you could always buy your kid the 6-inch size."
Ok so that's the backdrop of my story. The Mother is a mild pain in the ass, the kid is a hellion (sp?), but the father is an A-class jerk.
So, turns out that poor little one goes to the same school as my kids.
Parking at the school is poor. There are spots that surround the perimeter of the school, leaving enough room for a driving lane and another lane for school buses to pick up and drop off. There are definitely not enough parking spots for all the parents picking their kids up each day.
As long as my kids have been attending this school the way of doing things is that you deal with someone having to pull up infront of you if you happen to be in a parking spot. It takes about 10 minutes for everyone to clear out after the final bell rings, not a huge chunk of time in an already long day. To the best of my knowledge, everyone has always managed to wait and cooperate and be patient when picking up their kids.
Until the other day.
I made the unfortunate decision of pulling up infront of a grey minivan that I should've recognized but didn't. Lo and behold it was Mr. EW and his little brat that came out of the school and got in that van.
I was sitting there innocently playing a game on my cell waiting for the girls to get out of school. Car parked in front of me, car parked behind me.
Something got my attention. I turn to my left and see EW waving his arms and speaking very excitedly in my general direction but since his window was up and mine was too, I had no idea what his problem was.
I exit my truck go up to his window and ask what the problem is. The following wonderful exchange ensued....
EW: "You need to move your f*)(&ing truck!"
ME: "Where would you like me to move it? Should I drive around the block just because you asked so nicely?"
EW: "Either move it or I'm calling the police and I'll have it towed"
It wasn't lost on me that by the time the police got there, we'd be the only 2 vehicles left in the parking lot. But apparently in his world they show up as soon as you press send on your cell phone.
I just walked back to my truck, took my time putting on my seatbelt. Turned the truck on. Put it in drive. Then looked at him, put it back in park and turned it off.
Then I waited for the kids. When they finally showed up, I made sure they had both their belts buckled before I even turned the truck back on. I turn to look out my mirror and the asshole has the nose of his van touching my door!!!
So off the truck goes again. And I sat there for a good 45 seconds, which must've felt like hours to him based on the shades of red he turned.
When I finally drove from the school yard he followed me for a good 6 blocks. Hey, I can handle it. If he doesn't mind going 20km an hour behind me, I certainly don't mind driving that slow on slushy roads
I thought for sure he'd turn it into a customer complaint somehow, but he hasn't and him and his wife and their adorable little one still frequent my store in the morning for a mini-sub.
Darn-it
Sometimes they all come in together, sometimes it's just Mom and son, sometimes it's just Dad and son. I dread the times Dad comes in.
He always bitches when I cut the 2 inches off the 6-inch bread to make his requested 4-inch mini sub that there are alot of starving people in the world, and you're going to throw that bread out? (We don't throw it out, actually. We give it to a local chicken farmer who feeds his chickens with it.)
It got to the point that I finally said to him one day, "You know, you could always buy your kid the 6-inch size."
Ok so that's the backdrop of my story. The Mother is a mild pain in the ass, the kid is a hellion (sp?), but the father is an A-class jerk.
So, turns out that poor little one goes to the same school as my kids.
Parking at the school is poor. There are spots that surround the perimeter of the school, leaving enough room for a driving lane and another lane for school buses to pick up and drop off. There are definitely not enough parking spots for all the parents picking their kids up each day.
As long as my kids have been attending this school the way of doing things is that you deal with someone having to pull up infront of you if you happen to be in a parking spot. It takes about 10 minutes for everyone to clear out after the final bell rings, not a huge chunk of time in an already long day. To the best of my knowledge, everyone has always managed to wait and cooperate and be patient when picking up their kids.
Until the other day.
I made the unfortunate decision of pulling up infront of a grey minivan that I should've recognized but didn't. Lo and behold it was Mr. EW and his little brat that came out of the school and got in that van.
I was sitting there innocently playing a game on my cell waiting for the girls to get out of school. Car parked in front of me, car parked behind me.
Something got my attention. I turn to my left and see EW waving his arms and speaking very excitedly in my general direction but since his window was up and mine was too, I had no idea what his problem was.
I exit my truck go up to his window and ask what the problem is. The following wonderful exchange ensued....
EW: "You need to move your f*)(&ing truck!"
ME: "Where would you like me to move it? Should I drive around the block just because you asked so nicely?"
EW: "Either move it or I'm calling the police and I'll have it towed"
It wasn't lost on me that by the time the police got there, we'd be the only 2 vehicles left in the parking lot. But apparently in his world they show up as soon as you press send on your cell phone.
I just walked back to my truck, took my time putting on my seatbelt. Turned the truck on. Put it in drive. Then looked at him, put it back in park and turned it off.
Then I waited for the kids. When they finally showed up, I made sure they had both their belts buckled before I even turned the truck back on. I turn to look out my mirror and the asshole has the nose of his van touching my door!!!
So off the truck goes again. And I sat there for a good 45 seconds, which must've felt like hours to him based on the shades of red he turned.
When I finally drove from the school yard he followed me for a good 6 blocks. Hey, I can handle it. If he doesn't mind going 20km an hour behind me, I certainly don't mind driving that slow on slushy roads

I thought for sure he'd turn it into a customer complaint somehow, but he hasn't and him and his wife and their adorable little one still frequent my store in the morning for a mini-sub.
Darn-it

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