JobSurfer

…When you hold the door for them and they breeze right through without acknowledging your existence, say very pointedly, “You’re welcome!”

I’m really starting to get very, very irked by people’s attitudes around here. When I went to the library today after a stressful day at work, I held the door for an elderly woman. And she yelled at me. Turns out she’s “not well”. But when I left I held the door for another woman who just completely ignored me, hence my sarcastic response.

You know you’ve had a rough day at work when a teenage boy comes to the front of the line and completely astounds you by being utterly soft-spoken and polite. And that’s from a teenage boy. What is it about these middle-aged rich women that makes them so darn nasty? Is it the way they were raised? Is it the fact that all they do is play tennis and get their nails done, so they think they’re better than everyone else? Is there something in the water?

Kind of makes me glad I was raised in a depressed small town. At least there, if someone mouthed off to you, you could tell on them because everyone knows everyone. Who knew I’d ever come to appreciate small-town politics?

(This rant brought to you by the letter W. W, for wet. Wild. Wisconsin. Whiskey sour.)