From a Facebook buddy.
I was cleaning up, and clearing a couple of shelves in my bookstore. A lady comes in. She didn’t have the hairstyle, it hadn’t been invented yet. But, she definitely belonged to the I want to Speak to the Manager, tribe. I said, Be right with you. This Wasn’t good enough.
apparently, I was supposed to drop everything I was doing, and prostrate myself with slathering attention at her feet. I never found out why she came in. Perhaps it was just to hold the screaming tizzy she threw herself into. She scream she was going to get me fired, she wanted to speak to the manager. I picked up the phone and dialed 2 numbers. you could actually hear the ringing in the back office. It stopped, and I said Kim, there’s a lady up here that would like to speak to the manager. Kim comes out with a what is all this then? Look on her face. this woman starts with a 20-minute tirade on how I am a rotten employee, I failed to show proper and sufficient respect, attentiveness, and devotion! To her. The customer. And for my evil sins, I should be fired. since crucifixion, and burning at the stake were off the table. Kim looked really really sad. Much as I would like to, I can’t fire him. The owner won’t let me.
She asked if the owner was on the premises.
Kim, the manager, nodded slowly.
She demanded to speak to the owner.
Kim put her hand on my shoulder, and said, sir! This lady wants to speak to the owner.
I turned full face toward her, and said yes ma’am how can I help you?
Her jaw dropped.
Her mouth opened so wide, I mildly regretted the fact that John Holmes was not available.
she then turned, and stomped out of the store, and what I imagine, was high dudgeon.
I lost it at the John Holmes’ reference. If you don’t know who he is, you do the Googling. This is a clean website 🙂