I think whenever people start feeling superior to animals, we should remember that we belong to a species that made 35 phone calls to San Quentin prison offering to marry Scott Peterson on his first day on death row.
Maybe it’s just me, but…
When I am a customer in a store, and I complete my purchase, and I thank whoever helped me, I don’t think it’s appropriate for that person to say “No problem.” Or “Uh-huh.” Or “Next!” Or even the unadorned, “You’re welcome.”
Aren’t they supposed to thank me, too, for shopping there? It’s been a long time since I worked with the public, but I’m pretty sure that’s the way it was done.
Message to the rude: You hate your job. You’ll never be on “American Idol.” You probably won’t win the lottery. But you know, you don’t have to be brilliant, wealthy, talented, or beautiful to have good manners. Really!
And by the way? Thank you for reading. =)
You would think in Houston there would be so much competition for your home repair dollar that companies would court you, woo you, treat you right. You would think wrong. We have been in our house nearly ten years, and I have accumulated many tales of “service” people. Service. Ha.
The latest: Tale of the Tree Surgeon
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1. Why does a HUGE roast cost half the price of three small boneless, skinless chicken breasts? Is it the beef people’s revenge for those clever cows?
2. Why am I still not a vegetarian?
3. Is the current flea infestation at my house the fault of the Suicidal Cat Next Door and its sibling, Cat With No Name?
4. Where did the cookies go?
5. Will I ever get this book proposal to my editor?
Today I felt like ranting about politics and religion. Then I took a nap instead.
Well, I see the idiots are at it again. And they say GLBT people have
an agenda a manifesto. If those religious extremists get away with this, soon they’ll be baptizing their dogs.
OK, my last entry must have pissed ol’ Scott Cole off, because the CD stopped playing. I guess there’ll be no Tai Chi-ish energy in here today. NEXT!!!
I have a client on the way. Which means poor Timothy rolled out of bed and started vacuuming. Sleepvacuuming. I wonder if there’s a drug for that? I wonder if he’d share?
On the plus side, my FREAKING order from insightoutbooks finally came, so I can ship out my Christmas presents later than I ever have. I don’t foresee anyone getting anything on time, but… I don’t control the world. Dammit.