Monday, October 09, 2006
If there were fewer idiots on this planet, how would the rest of us know that we have tempers?
I write a check at a local warehouse store. Because I have given into impulse and put far more than the dog biscuits I came in for into my cart (so who's the real idiot in this story?) the check requires the approval of a supervisor.
She looks at the check and says, "Would you write the word 'dollars' here?"
For a second, I want to ask her if she's afraid I'm trying to pay in simoleons or ToonTown jellybeans.
Then I realize that she means that on the line where the amount is spelled out, she wants me to write 'dollars' between the words and the fraction. I point out that the word 'dollars' is already printed on the check. "See? XXX and xx/100 Dollars."
"Oh," she says, pondering this wonder. I think we're done.
No, she insists I write the word 'dollars' after the XXX amount. "It's just a thing I have," she tells me.
WTF? I know what the 'thing' she has is. It's the pettiness of someone with less than one dollar's worth of power, but determined on exercising it to the full. She has improved, apparently, on the way we all write out negotiable instruments. And she has a clipboard. And a supervisor's vest. All bow down.
I look back at the people patiently -- so far -- waiting behind me in line. For their sake, I give in, and hand it back.
"Oh, now I need you to initial where you added the word 'dollars,'" she says, handing it back to me.
I have a nearly irresistible urge to tear the effing check in half and walkout, leaving her to restock my purchases. I don't do it. I initial the check and grit my teeth.
But I don't think I'll be back at this store any time soon.
That would be to risk losing my temper, and I'm saving my next tantrum for a better occasion.
Probably Election Day.
Photo above, "Mad As A Hornet," by P. Winberg from Morguefile.com. Photo © P. Winberg.
Posted by Jan Burke at 6:54 PM