Towering Man of Muscle: TMM
Angry Couple: AC
This story starts with a visit to help purchase/setup a computer for my mother who lives in another state.
I end up taking her out to one of the big local electrical retailer stores, and wearing my white polo shirt, because it's really hot, and the rest of my clothes are black t-shirts.
It's Monday around 5pm, and when I pull up, and wheel my Mother into the store, we head straight for the Ipads. Turns out it ends up being exactly what she was after, save for the specifications.
We spend a few minutes, discussing and pointing at the various differences, HDD size and Cellular+Wifi vs Wifi.
I pick up the empty demo box to take to the counter, my little gift to her, but she plucks it from my hands and wheels off, when I receive a tap on my shoulder, and turn to see a small queue of about 4-5 people standing around the Apple display products island, some with papers in hand, others with hopeful looks.
I'm a fairly well built Australian guy, but this guy made me look tiny.
TMM: Sorry to bother you mate, I'm after one of them Ipads for my Missus's Birthday.
In his arms were two (by comparison ) different tiny ipads, and had some questions, clearly catching the end of my conversation with my mother, who is by now in line at the counter to pay for her new ipad.
Inwardly I shrug my shoulders, seeing no staff around save for a young kid in his work Blue polo shirt and black pants at the door greeting people.
LZ: I don't work here mate, but if you're just after advice sure, lets point out the differences ~Took him through a similar demonstration, which seem to satisfy him, and the rest of the group that had crowded around me.
AC: You've been ignoring me and my husband for almost an hour, Why is everyone at this store so Useless? I want your best price for this Mac, but it needs to have.... ~She looks at her husband who pulls out a specifications list, clearly from Dell's Alienware site, waving it in front of my face.
I swallow hard, the amount of anger surprising me, and past jobs back home have forced me to tolerate such people, but heck, I didn't care at after a few seconds of that, stating:
LZ: Sir, Lady I don't work here, I-
~ Gets cut off by the husband scoffing at my statement, pointing at where the little group of people I'd helped previously had been at~
AC: Why were you helping them then? I swear it's all the same with you kids (I'm 28 and have a pretty good beard going on)
LZ: Because they asked nicely Sir ~Walks around them and goes to leave as the lady raises her voice, I swear, people were looking at them now~
AC: WHY NOT ME THEN?? screeches the lady.
In this moment a booming voice, from behind me almost makes me vacate my bowels:
TMM: He doesn't even work here you Gits!
The shock on their faces when he had spoken was priceless, and I turned away from the couple and joined my mother leaving the store, with a smile and a thankful nod to the TMM.
Golden Rule, seriously.