Today we had a fairly large volunteer group from a well-known hotel chain that will remain nameless helping us out. Some stayed in the warehouse to work, and some went and did senior food box deliveries.
Three of the food box deliverers were girls in their late twenties with fairly high-maintenance appearances. They came in late on the tail end of the instructions, so we tried to re-explain the instructions to them but they weren't listening because they were too busy visiting with their coworkers.
They returned from their deliveries half an hour before anyone else did, and the following conversation ensued:
Me: Hey, you're back already! How'd it go?
Oblivious Girl: It was gree-eeat! But some of the seniors said they usually give them more food than that. Some of them were pretty grumpy about it.
Me: Oh. Well, you grabbed the bags from the fridge and freezer too, right?
O.G.: Yep!
Me: Well, they usually just get their box and then a fridge and...
O.G.: Oh, we were supposed to take a box?
Me: (hoping she's joking) ...Uhm, you didn't take any food boxes?
O.G.: Well no one told us to.
Me: (looking outside at the pallet full of food boxes right next to the bags they took) Well...
O.G.: And by the way, the seniors weren't that excited to visit with us or anything. You should probably not tell people to visit with the seniors because they were pretty ungrateful about what we were giving them.
Me: Well, that's because they were expecting... Nevermind. How many clients did you deliver to?
O.G.: Fifteen.
Me: (inwardly groaning that thankfully only came out as a sigh) Okay. Well, these seniors are also going to need their box, so if you want to load those up and head back out there...
O.G.: Today?
Me: Yeah, you guys still have an hour with us and they're all in the same complex. It won't take you that long.
O.G.: (glancing at her boss out of the corner of her eye and seeing that he had heard the whole thing) Well, yeah I guess.
Me: Good. (pointing) The boxes are waiting out there, you can just load them up at that dock.
The girls turn around and head toward the door. Just as they leave I hear one girl say to the other, "I thought we were DONE with the west side."
In one quick motion I impulsively grabbed the staple gun that was in front of me on my desk, pointed it at the door that was just about to close behind them, and fired three staples across the room in their direction. Nothing hit them, and it wasn't meant to. (Mostly). But I turned around to see two of my coworkers staring at me.
I sat the staple gun down. "They insulted the west side," I explained.
"Oh." Then they went back to work.
That's all the explanation they needed, because they know me pretty well by now.
Me: (looking outside at the pallet full of food boxes right next to the bags they took) Well...
O.G.: And by the way, the seniors weren't that excited to visit with us or anything. You should probably not tell people to visit with the seniors because they were pretty ungrateful about what we were giving them.
Me: Well, that's because they were expecting... Nevermind. How many clients did you deliver to?
O.G.: Fifteen.
Me: (inwardly groaning that thankfully only came out as a sigh) Okay. Well, these seniors are also going to need their box, so if you want to load those up and head back out there...
O.G.: Today?
Me: Yeah, you guys still have an hour with us and they're all in the same complex. It won't take you that long.
O.G.: (glancing at her boss out of the corner of her eye and seeing that he had heard the whole thing) Well, yeah I guess.
Me: Good. (pointing) The boxes are waiting out there, you can just load them up at that dock.
The girls turn around and head toward the door. Just as they leave I hear one girl say to the other, "I thought we were DONE with the west side."
In one quick motion I impulsively grabbed the staple gun that was in front of me on my desk, pointed it at the door that was just about to close behind them, and fired three staples across the room in their direction. Nothing hit them, and it wasn't meant to. (Mostly). But I turned around to see two of my coworkers staring at me.
I sat the staple gun down. "They insulted the west side," I explained.
"Oh." Then they went back to work.
That's all the explanation they needed, because they know me pretty well by now.
7 comments:
This is hilarious! It blows me away that there are girls (that age) who still act like this..."I thought we were DONE with the west side"- who says that?!
I love your staple gun reaction!
I am sad you missed them! Seriously -- way to keep your cool and make them go back out. grr
lol - sorry, but couldn't help laughing. Go West Side! (Hope that helps).
Oh I wish I could have witnessed this whole event. I can just picture it.
wow... that's all I have to say... in a situation like that, I don't even think that counts as service!
So funny!!
Just remember that not all east siders have attitude like that.
Hilarious! I agree with Jen- sad you missed them! But then there might have been an arrest and a court appearance and I doubt that the judge would let you off just because they dissed the west side. Anyways you're hilarious! Thanks for always brightening up my day when I read your blog!
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