Oh, hey there! It's been awhile, but have I got a doosey for you!
Because it's been so long, I should tell you I've moved into a new role at my current company. I basically teach all you dumbasses how to use your really expensive technology, and fix it when you break it. :) I'm hoping this leads to much funnier blog content. Which if this first month is any indication, it should.
Now, on to the aforementioned doosey.
I hate to sound judgmental (ha! This is funny if you know me. I fucking love to judge.) but you can usually tell how an interaction is going to go by looking at the customer. Old people are dumb, teenage girls are even dumber, and trashy people are...trashy.
Half of my day is helping people learn how to use their newly purchased electronics. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it but every so often I just get people who make me audibly sigh and shake my head in disapproval. This day was one of those days.
A woman, of the "trashy" variety hauls in her laptop and plops it on the table next to me. She proceeds to explain how she is in the process of divorcing her husband and she has taken photos of damage he has done to her property and receipts that prove his infidelity and god knows what else. At this point, I am in shock that within 30 seconds of meeting me she has divulged all kinds of personal information I did not need to know.
Ten minutes and one very awkward stare on my part later, we got to the part where I actually start to show her how to import her photos to her computer. I don't know about you, but if I am going into a public place to work with a stranger on moving my personal data from one electronic to the next, I am going to remove all questionable material. I mean, if we have to move this questionable material to save for a later date, at the very least, I will warn the person helping me or tell them to let ME do it to avoid all embarrassment.
This lady did not. Clearly I forgot trashy folk do not have shame.
As I obliviously started the import, the very first photo that pops up is a naked dude, his boner in the forefront. Lady, you are in a family store. What the FUCK where you thinking? To her, the appropriate response was not to dim the screen or close the laptop or give a mortified reaction. No normal reaction for this lady. Instead, she giggled and proceeded to tell me how she fucked this dude who was her husband's best man at their wedding.
This is not appropriate conversation for a stranger! The mere thought of her naked with this horribly hairy, fat, unattractive naked man was enough to make me vomit right there. Some how I held composure and suggested we dimmed the screen lest the gaggle of children behind her see her collection. I didn't mention the real reason which was that I did not feel like being visually raped twice in one day.
When things like this happen, I can't help but wonder, "Why me?!"
