Eye for an eye, rude for rude
I finally got a new drivers license for the state I’m now
living in. Let me tell you it wasn’t
easy. I showed the woman at the counter all
of my documents, including my old drivers license. She stated she couldn’t read the
license. Okay, I know the thing was hard
to read. My old state has the licenses
which have a coating on them that start to rub off the second they are
printed. But it’s not like it’s my fault
my home state apparently prints licenses in the basement of the state prison with
printers that are older than the state is.
So, being the kind person I am, I offered to read it too her. I have no problem reading the darn
thing. I’ve been reading the numbers off
of it for people ever since I landed in my new state. And well, don’t even get me started on the
day the lady at the return desk at Walmart tried to have me arrested for
passing off a fake ID. Like anyone would
use a fake ID to return a couple of sheets worth less than $20. But, I’m off on a serious rabbit trail here. Suffice it to say, I know if you squint, hold
it up to the light just right and tilt your head a bit, you can read it. Yeah, the lady at the drivers license office
wasn’t about to let me read it to her. No,
she told me to go to my home state and get a new license. Yep, she told me to go several thousand miles
just to get a new one from a state I no longer live in just to get a new one
from the state I actually live in. Fine,
I took a deep breath and in as calm a voice as I could, asked to speak to a supervisor. I think the woman took a 10 minute break before
coming back to her window. With her
supervisor looking on, she said that, yes, in fact, she would accept the
license after all. Well, praise be. The woman was actually going to do her
job. However, she was snarky and rude as
she complete the transfer of my license from one state to the other. Then her supervisor got closer and removed
the temporary license from the printer and inspected it before handing it
directly to me. Wow, I think the lady ‘helping’
me might just be in some trouble. Now I’ve
mentioned repeatedly about the lack of customer service available anymore. This is a common problem, one which I don’t
think is going away anytime soon. But this
was a new low. Did this woman truly think
I was going to travel to another state just to solve this problem? Come on now, what did I look like? The biggest fool on the planet? Nope, I’m done with bad service. And quite frankly, I think I’m done with
being polite to these crazy people who work at some of the businesses I go
to. If they, who are getting paid to be
there, don’t have to be nice, why should I be sweet as honey back? Let’s see if I can do rude, obnoxious, discourteous,
snarky. It's not like I can make the service
any worse…
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