
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
A lady comes in to the outlet store I work in...short, nice enough, but you can tell she's a bit feisty. She kindly informs me that she is here to pick up her bunk bed, but that she noticed a few problems. The bunk bed was still being used as a display rack for our new pillows and the trundle bed was missing (or as I come to find out, in pieces in the back of the store.) A string of unsuccessful phone calls were made and she leaves, bedless. That was Monday. Thursday the woman returns infuriated. The bed was not boxed, her credit card was charged twice and she wanted to bring hellfire down upon my head. We chatted for a while as I tried to small-talk her into a better mood while I waited for my boss to get from his home to the store.
"You must be a Christian."
"hmm? uh, yeah. I mean I am. Why?"
"hmm? uh, yeah. I mean I am. Why?"
"nobody else would put of with my bitching the way you have."
So cool! Long story to make a short point: God quieted my mouth when I wanted to tell her it's not my fault it's my dumb high manager and He placed His words in me to calm the angry woman.
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