People like that make me very very uneasy… I am NEVER going to work in a store.
Go work in a restaraunt:
This includes: My grandfather, My Grandmother, my Mother and my Brother and a Waitress.
Waitress: Can I take your order?
Others order.
Grandfather: Uh, yeah. Can I have 10 fries, please? Just 10.
Waitress: Alright, I’ll be back in a bit.
Waitress: (Coming back with the orders and 11 fries for the GF)
Alright, here are your meals. Enjoy!
The GF eats all the fries, takes one from my GM’s plate and puts it on his.
Waitress: How were your meals–
Grandfather: I asked for ten fries. You gave me eleven.
Waitress: Um, yes…
Grandfather: Is THIS what you call service?
I was unable to hear the rest of the story, as nobody has told me. Apparently, he almost brought the waitress to tears. Woot…
Personally I have never had to deal with a crazy person at work.
The closest I have come to dealing with one, is with one of my fellow employees. Yet he ain’t crazy, he is just a bit mentally retarded. Apprantly he gets on his bosses nerves, could they have to babysit him most of the time to make sure he actually does his job.
You have a lack of faith in humanity because some people are afflicted with illnesses? Yeah, that’s really cool. Not.
Oh you’re no fun anymore.