Flatlander
Grandmaster
What is it about people that makes them want to piss me off?
I work in a mall, in a kiosk in the center of the aisle. Today, there is a veritable hoarde of parents with their youngsters dressed up, traversing the mall and trick or treating. Well, unprepared was I for this peculair manifestation of the Hallowe'en tradition. When I was a kid, we went house to house, but I digress; one particular woman, with her comparatively uninspiredly costumed child, approached MY kiosk and knocked on the countertop. "Trick or treat." Well, I respond, "sorry, I have no treats right now."
"Well, THAT's not really in the Hallowe'en spirit now, is it?" this unfriendly woman declares.
Of course, I am able to bite my tongue for the time being, and give her the "gee, that was an unwarranted comment" look, you know the one, (I have a unibrow, and am able to really pull off this look a browfurrowingly noteworthy way).
But I'm thinking, gee, walking around INSIDE a mall appealing to retail businesses for handouts isn't particularly Hallowe'enish either, you pompous, clammyfaced, runt sprouter. Fortunately for me, she retreats from my excessively furrowed brow display, and carries on with her uncreatively dressed runt spawn, leaving me to my displeasure.
That's my Hallowe'en at work story.
I work in a mall, in a kiosk in the center of the aisle. Today, there is a veritable hoarde of parents with their youngsters dressed up, traversing the mall and trick or treating. Well, unprepared was I for this peculair manifestation of the Hallowe'en tradition. When I was a kid, we went house to house, but I digress; one particular woman, with her comparatively uninspiredly costumed child, approached MY kiosk and knocked on the countertop. "Trick or treat." Well, I respond, "sorry, I have no treats right now."
"Well, THAT's not really in the Hallowe'en spirit now, is it?" this unfriendly woman declares.
Of course, I am able to bite my tongue for the time being, and give her the "gee, that was an unwarranted comment" look, you know the one, (I have a unibrow, and am able to really pull off this look a browfurrowingly noteworthy way).
But I'm thinking, gee, walking around INSIDE a mall appealing to retail businesses for handouts isn't particularly Hallowe'enish either, you pompous, clammyfaced, runt sprouter. Fortunately for me, she retreats from my excessively furrowed brow display, and carries on with her uncreatively dressed runt spawn, leaving me to my displeasure.
That's my Hallowe'en at work story.