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I will put this in sightings because even though I'm at my job they're not customers.
Blindness
I stand on the side walk and wave at cars. Sometimes I have a sign that I can do tricks with like spinning and throwing and other cool things. I always make sure that there is nobody walking toward me when I go to spin or throw a sign. I've never hit anyone with a sign in the three tax seasons I've been working and yet my signs are hit by PEOPLE.
No lie, people will FULL ON run into my signs, the edges of my signs, the center of my signs, it's almost like the sign when it is in my hands NOT MOVING or involved in any tricks is invisible. Pow. They just walk right into it.
Don't Help or Anything...
I was spinning a rather heavy sign and the wind caught it in mid air (a common issue but usually never all that dangerous) and hit me right in the face with a corner. Split my lip open pretty bad and I was gushing blood out everywhere. My partner is freaking out even though it's a really small cut because it's bleeding so heavy there's a damp spot on the grass and it looks like a mini crime scene. I'm not in front of my office, I was actually in front of a gas station. When I go in there with my face covered in blood there are tons of people in there.
Not a single one offers me help. I practically look like I've been involved in a nasty bar fight and not a single person out of everyone there asks me if I need help.
Thank you everyone. Thanks for helping me out. Not.
Same to You
I've gotten flipped off three times this tax season and two of them were at least over 45. And to think it was the young who'd lost their manners.
I'm Sorry Little Old Lady!
This old woman pulled over and motioned at my partner and I to come over. I went (I had to cross the street) and my partner stayed. Note: I have short bleach-blond and PURPLE hair, a busted lip, and I look like a hooligan pretty much.
Me: What can I help you with?
OL: Uh uh uh uh uh...ummmmm...well I was just...uh...uhm...I was just wondering...uh...um...um...oh goodness...I just was wondering about how much you girls get paid.
Me: About eight bucks an hour, ma'am.
OL: Oh good, good, well I have um...I have um...some documents that I needed typed up but I don't have a computer and I was wondering if I could hire...uhh... *points at my partner* her...to type them up on a laptop computer.
Me: Okay, well if I could get your phone number I can ask [Coworker] if she'll do it and if she will then she'll call you, does that sound good?
OL: Oh yes...oh yes that sounds very good, thank you, here is my number. You tell her that I'll pay her eight dollars an hour if she'll come with her computer.
Me: Sure thing Ma'am.
Poor little old ladies being intimidated by me. Funny thing is that I'm probably more computer-savvy than my partner has ever been. I just don't look like the type that little old biddies want in their house I guess.
Blindness
I stand on the side walk and wave at cars. Sometimes I have a sign that I can do tricks with like spinning and throwing and other cool things. I always make sure that there is nobody walking toward me when I go to spin or throw a sign. I've never hit anyone with a sign in the three tax seasons I've been working and yet my signs are hit by PEOPLE.
No lie, people will FULL ON run into my signs, the edges of my signs, the center of my signs, it's almost like the sign when it is in my hands NOT MOVING or involved in any tricks is invisible. Pow. They just walk right into it.
Don't Help or Anything...
I was spinning a rather heavy sign and the wind caught it in mid air (a common issue but usually never all that dangerous) and hit me right in the face with a corner. Split my lip open pretty bad and I was gushing blood out everywhere. My partner is freaking out even though it's a really small cut because it's bleeding so heavy there's a damp spot on the grass and it looks like a mini crime scene. I'm not in front of my office, I was actually in front of a gas station. When I go in there with my face covered in blood there are tons of people in there.
Not a single one offers me help. I practically look like I've been involved in a nasty bar fight and not a single person out of everyone there asks me if I need help.
Thank you everyone. Thanks for helping me out. Not.
Same to You
I've gotten flipped off three times this tax season and two of them were at least over 45. And to think it was the young who'd lost their manners.
I'm Sorry Little Old Lady!
This old woman pulled over and motioned at my partner and I to come over. I went (I had to cross the street) and my partner stayed. Note: I have short bleach-blond and PURPLE hair, a busted lip, and I look like a hooligan pretty much.
Me: What can I help you with?
OL: Uh uh uh uh uh...ummmmm...well I was just...uh...uhm...I was just wondering...uh...um...um...oh goodness...I just was wondering about how much you girls get paid.
Me: About eight bucks an hour, ma'am.
OL: Oh good, good, well I have um...I have um...some documents that I needed typed up but I don't have a computer and I was wondering if I could hire...uhh... *points at my partner* her...to type them up on a laptop computer.
Me: Okay, well if I could get your phone number I can ask [Coworker] if she'll do it and if she will then she'll call you, does that sound good?
OL: Oh yes...oh yes that sounds very good, thank you, here is my number. You tell her that I'll pay her eight dollars an hour if she'll come with her computer.
Me: Sure thing Ma'am.
Poor little old ladies being intimidated by me. Funny thing is that I'm probably more computer-savvy than my partner has ever been. I just don't look like the type that little old biddies want in their house I guess.
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