I have superpowers, who knew?
Yep, it is true that when you age, your attitude changes. I don’t consider myself to be old, but I have reached the age of invisibility and I plan on embracing it. Why not! The more I see, the less I want to be a part of the rat race.
On a typical day, I am in a positive attitude inside my own little world, doing the everyday things you must do to make or scratch out a living. I enjoy watching people and even though my bitch face may look critical, 99.9% of the time I am not. I enjoy just seeing differences, new things, and choices that people make without thinking. 99.9% of the time, I really don’t care what you are doing and who you are doing it with, it isn’t my business. There are so many lifestyle choices that the human population becomes fascinating in the most simplistic ways.
But some days I get annoyed, and that bitch face becomes intense. Wednesday, I went into my favorite coffee roasters to buy well, you guessed it, coffee. Prices have drastically risen to an obscene amount so you would expect that customer service would be positive to offset the grumbling from price increases. Until recently a pound was $11.47 per package, it is now up to $15.22.
I went in with a positive attitude, even knowing that prices would be stupid. Picked out 7 flavors and went to the two young girls who were servicing customers, the usual deal. One took my bags and I explained how I wanted them ground, she was pleasant and asked to grind a few beans for my approval. She did, I looked, and asked for bigger flakes because finely ground beans get stuck in our press, she adjusted the setting and I said yes, thank you so much and went to patiently waiting.
During the grind of the first bag and unruly man came in demanding he be helped RIGHT DAMN NOW, and she had to step away from the machine. Ok, I’m patient, not a big deal. Well, chickie #2 stomps over, puts her hands on her hips and loudly says 7 fricken bags, who needs 7 bags of coffee, I guess I am stuck grinding these. She grabbed two and headed to the machines which had not been set to my grind.
I politely said excuse me, the young lady set this machine to grind the beans to my preferred size, please make sure all are done at this setting. She rolled her eyes and said whatever, it is all coffee and stomped over to the other machines. She poured the beans in and hit grind. So, I took a breath and again said I want them all ground the same as the setting on this machine, she replied sure, and ignored me. Once again, I took a deep breath and made the request followed by if it isn’t right, you will do it again. Whatever, it is right, you will be fine, it is just coffee was her reply. So I said, let’s have a look at the settings and she screamed no, you can’t come in here, employees only.
She didn’t know that the owner was a long-time friend and that friend had heard her from his office and had walked up behind her. Very softly he said, yes, she can, she has been in every part of this building and is always free to go wherever she likes. So, I walked in and verified that all 3 machines were on different settings and said DO IT AGAIN. Her reply….you entitled coffee snobs kill me, spending so much money on something you pour water over and drink, how you grind it doesn’t matter, I am not doing it again, you have 7 bags, it takes FORever. Her boss…do it again.
She stomps over to the packages and picks up another round and he watches her grind and seal each bag. We walk over to the register, and he says her price is $12 each. She replies Why Does She Get a Special Rate, and he says because You screwed up. She’s poking the register really hard entering in each line item for each flavor and her big old head looks like it will burst into flames. Mike apologizes and wishes me a great day and goes back to his office. I don’t mind paying for my goods and services, it is how the world works, I didn’t come in wanting discounts, I wanted coffee. She gives me this satisfied snarky look and the tablet prompted me to push in my card but seeing the $127.24 total I said nope, the total is incorrect, I need to see the line items on the charge please. She said it prints on the receipt after so I said before or you can keep your coffee.
Nice girl #1, comes over and pushes her aside and says I’ll take it from here. She pulls up the receipt and we have a look. Shitty girl #2 had given herself a $25 tip. She thought I wouldn’t notice, according to her you people never pay attention. So, my friend comes out of his office, calls her over and apologizes for her. To me he says, you are the third person today that she has been shitty to, I promise you that you will not see her on your next visit. We are scraping the bottom of the barrel, no one wants to work. She says I guess you want me to stay the rest of the day and call it, he says nope, you can go.
So, the hateful little vixen throws her hat on the floor and stomps on it, then shoves a shelving unit over on her way out. Nice girl #1 apologizes and says that she is happy that she no longer has to endure miss pissy pants which made me laugh hysterically.
So now I am a you people. Not sure what that really is but in this case, I felt it to be a compliment.
After this, I stop off at a store that carries my pup’s favorite horrible dog treat, he can now eat anything he likes because he is dying, so why not. Clerk says hi, I wave back, everyone is pleasant. So, I do my shopping and stand in line like a good girl at the register. Some whackadoodle knocks into my side as he made a beeline for the self-checkout and when I grunted, he said, didn’t see ya. Cool. It is that invisibility thing again. No worries.
Some tiny old fellow wearing a big mask is trying to pay for his gatoraid and chips and the card kept being declined, he kept fussing at the clerk and people were shifting back and forth wanting him to go so they could go. He ran the card a good 10 times with no luck, cussing each swipe. So, I said here, I’ll get it and she ran my card, boom, it was done. Nice deed right?
Nope, the little Japanese guy lost his shit and suddenly I was a horrible person for being nice. He cussed me out, cussed out the machine, cussed out the clerk and cussed the guy in front of me who said dude really, she was just helping you out! Then he cussed out the bags of gatoraid and chips and threw them on the floor. He demanded to pay for my dog treats, but his card declined so he cussed us out again. The sweet guy in front of me quickly said add my shit to hers, paid for both, turned and yelled RUN!! So, I shrugged and sprinted to the door with him. In the parking lot he laughed and said that’s some shit ain’t it, shook his head, wished me a good day and waved goodbye. I think I’ll skip this store for a while.
Apparently, villains are not invisible.
There is no point to my story today, just sharing. I think I like being invisible more then being a villain and I am not a fan of being a you people if it means that idiots can self-tip.
Truth is, more and more, I simply don’t care to get to know many of the people I come into contact with. I did appreciate the nice, tall, 20 something muscular black guy with the tattoos and dreds that picked up the tab for my dog treats, he made me laugh. Funny that the person who intimidated the clerk the most turned out to be the best person I met that day.
Attitudes are either a problem or a solution and, in my case, sometimes just nothing but neutral on an average day.
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