| Dee ( @ 2007-09-09 18:00:00 |
Cry Baby
Today at work...
Customer (20ish male): Can I have more ice? (his cup was filled to the top with liquid)
Me: Sure. (I pour out enough liquid to put more ice in)
Customer: What are you doing?! Why would you do that?!
Me: (holding ice scoop, but not putting it in drink yet) Would you still like more ice or would you like me to-
Customer: Why would you do that?! That doesn't even make sense.
Me: Would you like more ice or-
Customer: (huffy) YEAH!
Me: (hand customer drink)
Customer: (not yelling anymore, but like I'm the stupidest person one Earth) God, I don't understand why you would do that. Why would you do that.
Me: (sincerely) I'm sorry.
Customer: (scoffs) Whatever. (turns to walk away)
Me: (politely, but loud enough for him to hear) Well, you don't need to be rude about it.
Then I cried. I didn't mean to. Maybe it was an accumulation since the customer before him was a serious Crabby the Whole World Owes me type person. Or maybe my blood sugar was too low. Or maybe it's normal to cry when someone is a complete dick to you for no reason.
I don't get mean people. I assume they're self-loathing depressives with poor coping skills. I was miserable and self-loathing for a solid 10 years, but I had the common courtesy to take it out on myself. Even with Mr. I Don't Understand the Concept that Ice Won't Fit in a Cup if the Cup is Full, the thought of being mean to him didn't ever cross my mind.
That being said, most customers are awesome and friendly and familiar with basic spacial laws. I really do love my job. I love people. But if you're the kind of person who thinks it's okay to belittle baristas/waitresses/strangers then get cable TV and STAY HOME.
Today at work...
Customer (20ish male): Can I have more ice? (his cup was filled to the top with liquid)
Me: Sure. (I pour out enough liquid to put more ice in)
Customer: What are you doing?! Why would you do that?!
Me: (holding ice scoop, but not putting it in drink yet) Would you still like more ice or would you like me to-
Customer: Why would you do that?! That doesn't even make sense.
Me: Would you like more ice or-
Customer: (huffy) YEAH!
Me: (hand customer drink)
Customer: (not yelling anymore, but like I'm the stupidest person one Earth) God, I don't understand why you would do that. Why would you do that.
Me: (sincerely) I'm sorry.
Customer: (scoffs) Whatever. (turns to walk away)
Me: (politely, but loud enough for him to hear) Well, you don't need to be rude about it.
Then I cried. I didn't mean to. Maybe it was an accumulation since the customer before him was a serious Crabby the Whole World Owes me type person. Or maybe my blood sugar was too low. Or maybe it's normal to cry when someone is a complete dick to you for no reason.
I don't get mean people. I assume they're self-loathing depressives with poor coping skills. I was miserable and self-loathing for a solid 10 years, but I had the common courtesy to take it out on myself. Even with Mr. I Don't Understand the Concept that Ice Won't Fit in a Cup if the Cup is Full, the thought of being mean to him didn't ever cross my mind.
That being said, most customers are awesome and friendly and familiar with basic spacial laws. I really do love my job. I love people. But if you're the kind of person who thinks it's okay to belittle baristas/waitresses/strangers then get cable TV and STAY HOME.