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BoxingFanNoMore said:No, I am not a jerk at all. I dont want to bust my ass all day at work, then go and try to do something simple like buy and pay for a table, only to find out I have to do somebody's elses job while I am at it.
I dont think that is asking for to much, without being labeled a jerk or a queer.
Trust me I get this shit all the time, why does it matter how young you are or if you drive a nice car?
The manager at the store where I bought the table from agreed, he thought what I did was rather funny, it wasnt the store policy to have customers carry boxes from the back out through the store (in fact I dont know of any store who would have that policy, I dont think there insurance company would be all that crazy about it either). The manager apologized, gave me cash back and said he would knock 10% off the price of the table to cover my dry cleaning bill, if i still wanted it.
Sonny, its just the principal of things. Like I said, another time I had a business meeting at lunch, I didnt want to spend 1 hour looking for a parking spot and have to walk a mile in the hot sun in my suit, so I just valeted, paid 10 bucks and went inside. Well, my buisness meeting gets done and we all walk out( a group of about 20), we all have valet tickets and I was the first to hand mine to the guy, he just looks at me because I was the youngest(or looked the youngest) throws me my keys and points down the isle where my car is parked. Like I was just supposed to say oh thanks " I really didnt know what my car looked like, thanks for pointing that out."
So now I had to go out of my way to help this clown out so he didnt have 20 people waiting for that long. So here I am holding my keys, while he runs off to get another car. I was like wtf, isnt this what I paid and planned on tipping this guy for. So now I am standing around like a jackass in front of potential clients thinking is this guy serious. So the guy pulls up with my boss's car, gets out and see's me still standing there with my keys in hand, and is about to say something, before he can get a word out, my boss says go get your manager we all want refunds on our parking. The manager comes out my boss tells him what happened and we all got our 10 bucks back, and my boss gave me a ride to my car.
See, its not the fact that I wasnt capable of walking to my car, or lifting the box the table came in. Its the principle of thing, I dont like having to pay for something than being forced to complete somebody else's job. Then being made feel like I am an asshole because of it.
Maybe you think this guy is a queer or whatever, and Urban can think I am a jerk, but what's right is right. It doesnt matter how young this guys was, or what kind of car he drove, or how much money he had. Maybe, he just didnt think it was right that he had to help out when somebody is getting paid to do it. Then getting laughed at and ridiculed in the process, and you just writing it off as he is a yuppy.
I know it may sound small and Inconsequential to you, but sometimes something as simple as picking up a box can get under your skin, when you put up with that shit everyday.
Just trying to maybe show you the other side of things.
sorry youre still a dick. the valet story is obnoxious, but seriously if youre afraid to carry your own shit out to your car youre retarded. youre gonna have to take the box out of your car and walk it into your house anyways so man up. it isnt really the salespersons job to carry all your shit around, theyre just there to do it if you need it. youre the kind of customer retail people dont want around, the kind that comes into a place thinking they have to do nothing. sorry, being a customer means having a little bit or respect for the people working there. it isnt there job to deal with as much shit as they possibly can.
sonny, i think youre story is a bit too far, but i can relate somewhat. my former job used to have 2 tiny women, around 5 foot even and looking like theyre under 100 pounds. sometimes there would be a customer wanting carryout with something. id call for carry out and one of these tiny women would carry it out for them. id be laughing in my head thinking, 'i wonder what they think now?' kinda makes you think when someone half your size is carrying your stuff around.