I'm going straight to hell.

So.
As more and more time goes by, and I respect my job less and less each day due to various details that I wont bore you with, I become more and more belligerant toward everything, but mostly, people who suck.
Naturally, there's a story to go with this.



One fine monday afternoon at Paddock Pools, I was sitting in the back, minding my own business, when some old lady walks into the back.
One of our 'pool associates' greets her, and recieves no response.
This aforementioned pool associate wanders into the back, leaving me outside, rebuilding a pool cleaner.
The old lady, who had gone into the chemical section of the store now turned around, and said "Excuse ME! (clears throat) I NEED some HELP over here!!!"
(the italics are to throw emphasis on the words that she emphasised, however, the supreme rudeness of this phrase cannot be communicated through a poorly made website on the internet)
She said this in such a manner, that even though I don't know what It would feel like to have 'my blood run cold', I think it did.
No joke here, the hair on my arms stood up in the same way that it would if it were extremely cold outside, or if someone were running their nails down a chalkboard.
I feel like I could be reiterating myself here, but my breath was literally sucked out of my chest cavity.
It may have been be the most concilliatory/arrogant/most menacing tone I have ever heard a phrase uttered in. ever.
ANYWAYS
she says this, and I, as a rational person couldn't overcome the cognative dissonance I felt enough to even talk to the hag in the back of my store, so I keep my head down, and keep working on the cleaner.
The demand for attention comes again.
I'll spare you the details listed above, because It was just about as blood curdling.
I keep working with no response given.
At this point, I believe all the other employees were in the back somewhere.
The demand comes again.
I still don't look.
I hear a sigh of...I would hesitate to call it exasperation, because it was so ripe with sadism as well.
Then footsteps coming toward me.
Then a fist comes down on the counter in front of me
"HELLO!!!!!"(yelling)
I look up to see the snarling face of an old bitter woman staring daggers and used hyperdermic needles at me.
"ARE YOU DEAF?!!"(also yelling)
At this point, if there was a face inside of me, it would have started smiling maniacally.
On the outside, I give her a simple smile, and write on a piece of paper; "I'm Deaf"



If there was one point in my life that I wish I had a camera, it was then.
The face that had been staring so awfully at me before twisted into almost a sickened look, and I could have swore that it changed colors a little bit as well.
It seemed like she was going to throw up, and she only managed to whisper "I'm sorry" before she walked out of the store as fast as she could.
I couldn't help but say "have a good day" in my best mentally handicapped voice as she walked out of the pool shop.


The funny part was, that these two dudes were still in the general vicinity, and I had helped them(talked to them) five minutes prior to that incedent.
One of them walked straight up to me, put out his hand and said "that was the funniest thing I have ever seen. You, my friend, have balls"
The other one had tears in his eyes from laughing, and took a picture of my on his camera phone.


pOwnd