woulda shoulda…
September 16th, 2006
Years ago, we were plagued weekly by a considerably annoying patron, whos main goal in life was to complain about anything possible. She’d complain about the selection of books in stock, or how long the wait is for a bestseller. She’d complain about waiting too long in line to checkout a book, or how impersonal the service is when it’s too fast. She’d argue her fines on a weekly basis, and complain about the parking.
We would play rock-paper-scissors to see who would have to deal with her. Then one day she shows up wearing her work uniform - a blue polo shirt with yellow trim, with a Blockbuster video name tag.
Oh, the plans we had! What fun would it be to show up one day at her job and just make her day miserable? We could show up one day and ask for some obscure video (say, The Legend of the Sacred Stone, or something) and complain loudly at their lousy selection of marionette martial art movies. While in line we could complain that there’s only one register open, and when we reach the front, we could cause a fuss over late fees. We could threaten to call up their headquarters and complain about their lousy service. Oh, the places we’d go!
But, alas, none of us went on over to do that. I guess being an asshole is much easier for some than others.
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