BITCHY, BUT FUNNY
I always greet my customers. Usually, I say "Hi" or "How are you doing" and thank them when they pay their fare.
I had this business woman get on one day. She was dressed like a classy yuppie. Her outfit matched, all the way down to her purse. She didn't have a hair out of place.
Apparently, the look was deceiving. She must have had a rough day. I greeted her with my typical "How are you doing?" and she was very honest. She said "I'm a little bitchy today, if you wanna know the truth."
I couldn't help it, I laughed. That made her smile. I said "Well, I wasn't expecting that! I hope your day gets better!" She said "Thanks, it just did."
Bitchy lady...made the day for both of us!
I had this business woman get on one day. She was dressed like a classy yuppie. Her outfit matched, all the way down to her purse. She didn't have a hair out of place.
Apparently, the look was deceiving. She must have had a rough day. I greeted her with my typical "How are you doing?" and she was very honest. She said "I'm a little bitchy today, if you wanna know the truth."
I couldn't help it, I laughed. That made her smile. I said "Well, I wasn't expecting that! I hope your day gets better!" She said "Thanks, it just did."
Bitchy lady...made the day for both of us!
posted by Jeanne Ree at 1:40 AM
7 Comments:
...and just like that!
Red,
Happy Turkey Day !
I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat
deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter’s song—the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon
intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or
washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;
The day what belongs to the day—At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
Cheers
Red
Working in the psychiatry field, I know a person often feels better when they're allowed to vent their emotions. Some people may think, "But wouldn't it only p*** off a person even more if you start laughing?" Usually not because you are identifying with their frustrations.
Merry Christmas Jeanne!
I know you're working on a book, but I hope this isn't the end of the blog. It's been a while. I miss your entries.
I like your blog :-)
Glad I came across it while trying to browse people's experiences with picking up strangers with their private rides (for money).
I've not found that anywhere though. Maybe I'll write a blog post about it.
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