People are funny.
Sometimes they are funny-haha. Sometimes they are funny-peculiar. Occasionally they’re just a good ole Southern “bless your heart” funny.
Working retail, I see plenty of all three.
A guest stepped into the store this afternoon and made it clear right away that she would not be easy to please. She began to describe what she wanted, weaving tighter and tighter parameters around what she was willing to try until there was almost nothing left to try. She wasn’t even willing to try on an alternative color of an item that could be obtained in her desired color and proper size, should it fit. Every polite and positive suggestion was met with negativity and criticism.
Yeah, she was a real barrel of monkeys, that one.
It was no surprise to me that she left the store empty-handed. I do my best to please every guest, but human nature being what it is, some folks prefer to prove to you that they can’t be helped, regardless of whether or not that’s true.
It just seems to me like an awfully miserable way to live.