I'm off work today, to get my bike fixed (small problem, they ordered the part), and was about to leave the dealership when I discovered my license plate was missing. A small errand just turned into a new one.
I live about 87 miles away from the dealership, so it was about noon by the time I got to the DMV (small town), and it was closed. There was a sign on the door stating they had closed from 11:00 to 12:30 for a meeting. I sighed and sat down on the bench. A couple of cars came up and I told each of them that they were closed until 12:30 - all is well, they left.
One woman did not. My only description was "little biddy" as she was the most sour pussed creature I had ever seen in our little Texas town. As I did the others, I told her that the office was closed until 12:30.
She went red in the face and yelled at me to open the door.
Wha? I told here they were closed.
She continued the triade, even when I told her that I was not a DMV employee - I needed to get my license plate replaced. She kept at it, and I kinda lost it. I told her I didn't work there and to just shut up. She told me I was rude, got back in her car and left.
I decided to go get a soda, and went to a bakery about two blocks away (hmmm, cookies!), and got back around 12:15. I sat down on the bench, munching on my cookie and reading my tablet.
An older gentleman came up, and when I told him they were closed for a bit, he shrugged and sat down. We chatted a bit - he had new pictures of his great granddaughters, and then a county worker came, and he oohed and awwed over the girls too (both understood the "they'll open at 12:30" spiel without issue).
The little biddy came back and stomped up the stairs and tried the door. It was 12:25... She turned around and just screamed at me that the door was still closed.
I reminded her that I didn't work there.
She started in again and the older gentleman looked at her and said, "What the hell is your problem?" to which she told him that he was rude.
I told her "Two people are rude and you're the common denominator," to which she replied, "Well I never!"
That was my cue - I told her, "Well that's your problem, you need to get laid."
The men lost it, laughing so hard. She shut up and went to the far bench. At 12:40, they opened the doors and she waited outside until everyone was finished (small town, three people behind the counter - no waiting really, as soon as the doors were open).
Made my day!