Imagine my surprise when I am just standing around with Mr. Fine looking at Boxwoods when a man and his young daughter cruise up behind us. I hear, "he-lllll-ooooo" shouted into the distance. Now, this "he-lllll-ooooo" could have meant one of two things:
1) he was calling out for employees because he needed help
2) he was crazy
Me? I went with 1).
I replied, "I think there were two employees and they headed over there [pointing]."
And this is what I got in response: "I don't care."
Should have gone with 2). Clearly. Now, taking the higher road, I didn't respond and went about my boxwood business. But hindsight (10 minutes later and always 20-20) told me that I should have responded, "I'm sorry for trying to help" and THEN went about my boxwood business.
Stop calling. I've had enough. I used to be able to shop in peace. Now you come everywhere to meet me. I understand that you want us to be friends. But I can't right now.