Reading the thread about the ninny who threatened to shoot up a grocery store because they'd run out of Ocean Spray brand canned cranberries inspired this thread.
People who don't work with the public wouldn't suspect that receiving death threats is a pretty common occurrence in retail, hospitality, food service, and every other field where you have to deal with your fellow man face to face. The thought of receiving such a threat is appalling and shocking to such people.
I, on the other hand, got so excited when I received what I thought was my first death threat that I called my mother to tell her all about it.
Her response: "What about the one you got at the bookstore?"
I'd forgotten that one.
Yes, over the course of my years employed in fields where I had to put up with the idiots with which we share this planet, I received two death threats. The first came at my very first job, at a chain bookstore. Why? Because we did not stock The Anarchist's Cookbook. It could be ordered, but it wasn't something ordinarily found in the general selection. This was not good enough and it was all my fault.
The second threat came during my years in Motel Hell, when a guest's wife fell down our lobby staircase. She fell because she was wearing those stupid clunky sandals with the chunky high heel, and I know this because I came running from around the front desk to find her flat on her back on the lobby tiles. Nevertheless, several days later in an attempt to shake us down for money, the guest called us, spoke to me, and the conversation degenerated quickly. I don't remember all the details, but at one point I accused him of being a child molester. Sometime after this he began to threaten me, and I began to laugh at him. I have an extremely creepy laugh when I have a mind to, and when I let loose he hung up. Later, he called my boss and spoke to her, and she reported back to me that he'd told her he was scared of me. It was the laugh that did it. Totally made my entire week to hear that.
Now, what about you? You've been threatened, surely. Under what circumstances did it come about?
People who don't work with the public wouldn't suspect that receiving death threats is a pretty common occurrence in retail, hospitality, food service, and every other field where you have to deal with your fellow man face to face. The thought of receiving such a threat is appalling and shocking to such people.
I, on the other hand, got so excited when I received what I thought was my first death threat that I called my mother to tell her all about it.
Her response: "What about the one you got at the bookstore?"
I'd forgotten that one.
Yes, over the course of my years employed in fields where I had to put up with the idiots with which we share this planet, I received two death threats. The first came at my very first job, at a chain bookstore. Why? Because we did not stock The Anarchist's Cookbook. It could be ordered, but it wasn't something ordinarily found in the general selection. This was not good enough and it was all my fault.
The second threat came during my years in Motel Hell, when a guest's wife fell down our lobby staircase. She fell because she was wearing those stupid clunky sandals with the chunky high heel, and I know this because I came running from around the front desk to find her flat on her back on the lobby tiles. Nevertheless, several days later in an attempt to shake us down for money, the guest called us, spoke to me, and the conversation degenerated quickly. I don't remember all the details, but at one point I accused him of being a child molester. Sometime after this he began to threaten me, and I began to laugh at him. I have an extremely creepy laugh when I have a mind to, and when I let loose he hung up. Later, he called my boss and spoke to her, and she reported back to me that he'd told her he was scared of me. It was the laugh that did it. Totally made my entire week to hear that.
Now, what about you? You've been threatened, surely. Under what circumstances did it come about?
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