I consider myself a polite, easy going type of person. My job as a valet has me in contact with many types of different people throughout the day(s), and I think I have come to a point where I can handle all types of personalities. That is until last Saturday.
A lady called me an "f'er". Not a fucker, as most people commonly would have said, just "f'er". She was upset that I would not let her and her family park in the passenger loading zone so they could go to the T-mobile store across the street. I politely told her the time restrictions to the curb, and she leaned over and proceded to call me an "f'er" as her husband pulled away and parked directly across the street, even closer to the store she was trying to patronize. When parked, she got out and called me an asshole three times as she walked to the store. I reminded her that I have a permit for the entire curb, and may have dropped a "sweetheart" in there somewhere.
Upon her return, she continued to berate me with asshole this and "f'er" that before she got in a drove away with her middle finger in the air the entire way down the block. I politely waved to her as my coworkers watched.
I write this only to wish this foul-mouthed woman a nice day. She apparently was not having one that day. I hope this blog makes me that much less an asshole! Oh, and I hope your new phone gives you cancer!
1 comment:
Maybe by "F'er" she meant: fornicator ("F'or" because she knew you were a stud), fabricater (because you were making up the rules).
Or maybe, and most likely, it was a question. She was asking in the third person to "F" her. Then she told you where she wanted you to "F" her...in the asshole. Then as she drove away she could see a stud like you could hurt her so she wanted you to use your middle finger. I can so read women.
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