Sunday, January 29, 2006

Why was I such a Bastard?

We went to a bank branch to open a new savings account. The guy who worked with us was really young and slick in that fake sort of way. I hate that. Plus, he kept trying to get us to get a credit card with them. I hate being marketed at, especially when I'm just there to complete a task.

I don't know if it was what I mentioned above, the fact that I didn't really want to be in his office on a Saturday, or because he was young enough to be my son and I wouldn't have even been a teenager when I had him! But I was really bitchy! According to my husband, I kept glaring at him and that the guy was probably a bit scared of me by the end. I really didn't intend to be quite that mean. I should have just told him to cut the crap and be quick about it, but instead I tried (badly) to be nice while giving him the hairy eyeball. I felt kind of bad about it.

2 comments:

Tom said...

Well personally I think your "i'm going to kill you where you stand" look is kinda hot, but I can see how others would be put off by it.

:-)

Moral of the story, don't ever try to sell anything to Morsel.

MO'SH said...

That reminds me of a comment Paul made once, about how when two animals meet in the wild, they go right into fight mode. They want to kill each other. So do we, kind of. It's not so much we want the other animal dead, we just don't want them there.

You should go back to the bank teller and explain this to him.