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.