EW alert Very long and ranty

[JenCdn]

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

[Catwoman2965]

I hate that. Its like when you're leaving the mall, and its VERY crowded, and someone following you practically runs you down waiting to see where you're parked. Or, as you get into your car, you see a car waiting, but so close that you wont' be able to back out without hitting them.

In those situations, I take my time. I will put my seatbelt on, arrange my bags, dig through my purse for something, and so on. Never fails to piss them off, but hey, its not your spot until I exit it, and there's no time limit on that either!

In your case, I wonder if he's made the connection yet that you are the same person who he bugs when getting little pwecious' turkey sub!

[jedimaster91]

"Sir, I didn't wanna be a jackass today. You just pushed my 'Jackass' button."

[TravisRB69]

Any idea what he does for work? I'm going to take a wild shot in the dark and guess he's in some cushy management job that he didn't have to get his hands dirty, or work for, or EARN, because he's got the right last name or something like that.

People like that, being born with the proverbial silver spoon, usually turn out just like him, and they always suffer the DELUSION of thinking they're more important than everyone else.

That being said, since he threatened to call the cops on you, when he followed you for a while, you should have called the cops on him and got his ass busted for stalking or something.

[JenCdn]

I don't think he does work.

He's usually in the store anywhere from 8:30 - 9 am and school pick up is at 3.

And he dresses in the, My Coat Won't Do Up and These Track Pants Lying on the Floor Will Do look that's so popular with the "entitled" masses these days.

He probably sits on his ass at home and collects money that he's (in his own mind) more than justifiably entitled to.

What a bummer that would be coming from my paycheque.

Darn-it again.

GRRRRRRR.

[PepperElf]

I turn to look out my mirror and the asshole has the nose of his van touching my door!!!

Now that IS worth calling the cops over.

apparently he's trying to intimidate you with his van? that he's going to push you with it if you don't move?

i'm surprised you didn't call the police on him! cos at that point, hell just get the plate and tell the cops he's threatening you and pushing your car with his van etc

[JenCdn]

Well, to be honest, I did edit the original story in an attempt at being as brief as possible (LOL!).

When I noticed the van so close to the truck, after I turned the truck off, I called my husband on my cell and made like I was talking to the cops. You know, looked in the EW's direction and mouthed very clearly the words DODGE CARAVAN.

The worst part in all this isn't that he was trying to intimidate me, but that it clearly points out why that child is such a little brat. I mean, he witnesses his father trying to intimidate people, why wouldn't it work for him? The poor kid probably gets brow beatings at home, a lot.

I honestly wish 2 things. 1 - that my kids weren't with me. And, 2 - that we weren't in a school yard. I can keep myself checked when it comes to setting an example for my children, but what that jerk needs is a sound beating, and a woman would be just the right person to give it to him.

It would've been great justice to go all ghetto-fabulous on his ass.

Oh well, so much for the civilized world!

[JenCdn]

OT...I just noticed I was edited in my original post.

My apologies. I did not realize that I was breaking a forum rule when I used the term I did to describe the boy in the story.

I was just trying to illustrate what a joy it was to serve this particular family and thought that term would paint the best picture for others working in retail. That it would give readers something to draw on from their own experience.

That being said, I never would've used the term had I known of the rule.

Now I know. Apologies again!

[Broomjockey]

OT...I just noticed I was edited in my original post.

My apologies. I did not realize that I was breaking a forum rule when I used the term I did to describe the boy in the story.
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That being said, I never would've used the term had I known of the rule.

Now I know. Apologies again!

's all right. No modly wrath or nuthin'. It's a good story, and stands up well without the use of that term. Would have messaged to get you to do it, but this seemed faster, and now you know for next time

[JenCdn]

**UPDATE**

The wife came in yesterday morning.

First time I've served any of them since the parking lot incident. Husband has been in a few times but my coworker jumps on the line to save me everytime (gotta love team work.)

The unusual thing about this transaction was that the wife ordered more than just the mini sub for the son, she also ordered a footlong and went on to explain that it was for the hubby

Then she explained that he's back to work now.

Then she explained that she has to drive into town every morning at 7am to drive hubby to work, even though she doesn't start work until noon.

Then she explained that hubby needs her to drive him in even though she doesn't get done work until 9pm.

Then she explained that he doesn't understand why she doesn't have time to do grocery shopping and that's why they get their lunch at my store all the time.

Not that unusual for a customer to tell me all that stuff. But she never talks unendingly like that. And constantly mentioning her hubby made me feel paranoid as if she was trying to bait me into saying something about him.

Stop me outside of work (this is a small town after all), mention your hubby when I'm not in uniform, I'll have lots to say then.

[PepperElf]

Then she explained that he doesn't understand why she doesn't have time to do grocery shopping and that's why they get their lunch at my store all the time.

because he's a prick and his wife is doing so much running around to take care of his ass that she doesn't ahve time left over. and if it mattered THAT much... why doesn't HE do the shopping? o wait.. he's a prick... that's why

and he's embarrassed that he couldn't intimidate you.