I’m not one for confrontation. It sort of runs in my family (Beth, if you’re reading this, I hope your coffee didn’t just go through your nose as you read the understatement of the year). I’m the one who looks away when someone goes postal on a cashier. I’m the one who smiles and says, “no problem” when someone barges in front of me. As long as my baby bear isn’t involved, I’m pretty passive (and even then, I tend to put Bgk up to bat).
So these are just observations, because well, I would never do such a thing!
Yesterday I went on a shopping spree at Kohl’s (more on that later) and as I was checking out, a line formed. I had a lot of things (yippee!) and up until that point the front end was dead, so there were no other cashiers. After two people got in line behind me, my cashier called for back up. Cashier #2 came up and said, “I’ll take the next person in line” as I was signing the credit card machine. That’s how close I was to being done. The second person behind me bolts over to Cashier #2. As I grab my bag, the person directly behind me says, “I thought that was me. I guess it wasn’t.” The next person now in line says, “Oh it was you. I guess you weren’t fast enough.” “I guess I wasn’t. I am pretty sure I was next in line.”
All while she was getting checked out anyway. Was that really necessary???
Today MAM and I went into a bagel shop to get a baker’s dozen for her fabulous teachers. This is a cluster-f of a shop, I’ll grant you that. I walk in expecting bad service, because that’s what always happens. But it’s the closest bagel shop to her daycare, and their bagels are good, so I suck it up.
Anyway, today, there’s a line of people getting breakfast made for them. There’s a lady over looking her bagel being made, and at one point tells the bagel-rista , “I said I didn’t want cream cheese.” Stupidly, the bagel-rista just scrapes it off and then continues to make her sandwhich on the same bagel. When she passes it down to the cashier, the lady says,”I want a fresh bagel. I saw you scrape the cream cheese off. I don’t want that bagel. I’d like a new one.” The bagel-rista obliges, and everyone else gives her a look like, “sorry she’s being difficult, please don’t spit in my food because of it.”
After said cream-cheese opposed lady checked out, the person behind me said, “Wow. Crazy lady.” And the rest of the line chimed in. As did the cashier, just shaking her head.
Now here’s the thing–pre food allergies, I probably would have agreed. But post allergies? No way, Jose. Granted, she could have stopped the bagel-rista before the sandwich was completely made, but seriously, I think she had a point.
So, tell me, are you confrontational? Not even confrontational, but do you speak up when you feel you need to or when someone else needs you to??