Trying to stick to a schedule is one thing, but being a prisoner of time is nothing short of pathetic.
While I was waiting for a take-out order at one of those hot-and-ready pizza joints the other day, a woman who looked like she was poised to bite someone's head off charged up to the counter and placed an order.
For whatever reason, the pizzas weren't ready on that particular day, so the clerk told this woman the same thing he had told me moments earlier: “It will be five or ten minutes." Several customers, myself included, were waiting patiently for our orders, but it was obvious that this VIP was itching for a fight.
“Five or ten?” she shot back with a very unpleasant edge to her voice. “Well, which is it? Five? Or ten?”
The clerk, who obviously had no more precise information, sheepishly repeated what he had just said. That’s when the woman turned on her heel and stormed out.
I felt badly for the clerk, who, after all, wasn’t responsible for whatever was going on in the kitchen. But the truly pitiful character in this sad little drama was the customer. If she has so little flexibility that five minutes spells the difference between waiting for a pizza and leaving in a huff, then her life - or at least her attitude - has taken a very bad turn indeed.
While I was waiting for a take-out order at one of those hot-and-ready pizza joints the other day, a woman who looked like she was poised to bite someone's head off charged up to the counter and placed an order.
For whatever reason, the pizzas weren't ready on that particular day, so the clerk told this woman the same thing he had told me moments earlier: “It will be five or ten minutes." Several customers, myself included, were waiting patiently for our orders, but it was obvious that this VIP was itching for a fight.
“Five or ten?” she shot back with a very unpleasant edge to her voice. “Well, which is it? Five? Or ten?”
The clerk, who obviously had no more precise information, sheepishly repeated what he had just said. That’s when the woman turned on her heel and stormed out.
I felt badly for the clerk, who, after all, wasn’t responsible for whatever was going on in the kitchen. But the truly pitiful character in this sad little drama was the customer. If she has so little flexibility that five minutes spells the difference between waiting for a pizza and leaving in a huff, then her life - or at least her attitude - has taken a very bad turn indeed.
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