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
or
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."
ok.
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.
Dear Crazy,
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.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Fine
5 comments:
Oooh, that burns me up when you're just trying to help and people respond with such sass. What a butthead.
I find that anytime I venture out into a public area with other people around, Crazy is bound to find me!! :)
Oh My...you seem to have a gift for attracting these people...my mom is like that...it's like someone sewed a magnet into her clothes and didn't tell her!
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Hey I'm your 1st follower! Thanks for following and leaving such nice comments! Terrible how some people are just so rude!
Ack, crazy always seems to find me too. I must attract the wack-a-doos.
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