Thursday, October 04, 2007

Love don't live here anymore

The customer is always right? Fuck that. If you have an appointment with me and you pull up outside my office window AT your appointment time and then proceed to spend ten minutes stuffing a whole bag of McDonald's into your fry-hole while I cool my heels inside, then don't expect me to be my usual glib and chipper self.

9 comments:

The Other Andrew said...

Maybe your work should add-on-sell and put in a concession stand in the waiting room...

Number 72, we can see you now and do you want fries with that?

Michael said...

I would have been more pissed had it not been so comical. She sat there in her hideous WHITE sunglasses and SHOVED fry after fry into her mouth AS QUICKLY AS SHE COULD. I didn't have time to watch any more, but she smelled mustard-oniony when she finally showed up, so I can only assume a burger was involved. Or hope.

Michael said...

As long as she was that late, would it have killed her to pop in an Altoid?

Ur-spo said...

dear me
if i went on the provision the customer is always right that would be a disaster, and everyone would be on valium.

willnyc said...

oh bartleby, what am I going to do with you? once a day, like taking a vitamin or doing a little meditation, just call someone on their hideousness and tell someone to fuck off. works for me and every other new yorker - we've perfected it as a lifestyle!

freakgirl said...

"Fry-hole." Heh.

Just thinking about McDonald's at 8:30am is making my stomach churn. Bleh.

Michael said...

Freakgirl, she was SHOVING fries into her mouth as fast as she could. Ugh.

Will, no white jeans and now this. SO MANY lessons I can learn from you, I'll venture. And did you just make a "Hello, Dolly" reference? ::fans self::

willnyc said...

hello dolly? no. that's Barnaby. Bartleby the Scrivener. It's a short story. check it out!

Michael said...

Oh, that's right! And I call myself a showtune queen.

Bartleby the Scrivener. Check.