Why is it, Americans cannot swallow a simple truth without being spoon-fed like babies? Straight forwardness has been mistaken for pessimism way too much lately. Has America the Brave become Homeland to the Wishy Washy? Yes indeed. My thoughts about this are a little disorganized, as the whole matter boggles me completely. So here are some examples:
A woman is freaking out because she got seperated from her boyfriend at a Wal-Mart, and she asked me if she could use my cell phone. I said "No, I don't feel comfortable sharing my cell phone." Which is true, and that is my right. She, however, made such a fuss to tell everyone in line how snobby and rude I was. How was I to know she wouldn't steal it? What if she was a nose picker and got her booger germs all over my phone? Gross. It's my right to say no. Simple as that.
A customer wanted a laptop and was trying to base her decision on the ticket amount, not the features. So, since she wanted to spend no more than $400, I showed her the Compaq Cheapo Piece-o-Crappo Deluxe. She loved the price. "Is it fast?" she asks, "No" I honestly reply. Can I play high graphic games? No. "Well, you're not helping me at all." Were her exact words. I show her the better but not extravigant laptops starting at $600, since they suited her needs..but that was an unreasonable amount of money. So I tell her,without any tone of snippiness, you will get what you pay for. This laptop is a basic as it gets and for that the price is more than fair. Boy did the head office get a load from her. So I'm punished for not lying to her about a shitty product. I was honest, which is what I expect from a salesperson, and I was the asshole. Really.
I made a recent post on a complete waste of time, called Facebook, about how it's time to say goodbye to my fun Halloween garb and get ready for dead bird stuffed with soggy bread. The IS quite ACCURATELY what it is. Nothing negative about it...I love the stuff. I look forward to it every year. But this inspires a member of my friend list to referr to me as having a dreary outlook. I certainly wasn't knocking the great feast, just telling it like it is. And I'm a dreary, pessimistic asshole.
I am quite possitive. But I don't kid myself, or others, with unneccessary candy coated embellishments. A turkey is a dead bird. Stuffing is soggy bread. A Compaq is a low end basic laptop. I don't want strangers touching my stuff. If you ask me for change, and I can spare it, I will. If I'm broke, you get nothing. That's not unfair. What's unfair is for me to bend over backwards to make everyone I encounter feel like everything is sooo much better than it is because you wussy marshmallows can't handle the truth that maybe things are just mediocre.
I will be the last to lie. You will never experience the unpleasant aftertaste of bullshit when you talk to me. But if bullshit tastes like cherry pie to you, then don't talk to me. Really- I'm fine!
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