i scraped myself off the ceiling for like the 5th time today. it's becoming a regular thing--me, quietly going about my business. Rude person, obliviously buzzsawing through my tranquility.
i wanted to pay the man and get my car, freshly lubed and oiled in record time, and get on the road. but the man was nowhere to be seen. so i stood at the cashier's window, alone in the waiting area except for the ghettoized lumberjack who sat in one of the chairs and heaped vulgarities into his cell phone.
i waited for the man to see me through the window and come collect my money, but he was jiffily lubing away, so finally, i stepped away from the cashier's window and opened the door leading to the car bays get his attention. Two feet. I stepped two feet away from the cashier's window, and as i turned back to the window with the cashier in tow, i bumped my back into my lumberjack friend, who had bellied up to the counter in a jiffy, while i got the cashier. He rewarded my effort with a glare and blared loudly into his phone about "how f%^$#ing slow is Jiffy Lube" anyway?
i think i suffer from line rage. whereas i know i suffer from road rage.
This just in--my shift key won't work on any letters in the top row--the qwerty guys, and the iou's. so annoying.
1. 'Jiffily'? Ah, a play on Jiffy..
2. You were getting your car 'lubed'? lordy!
3. We can never be in a car together. Actually, two road ragers might be funny, probably end up egging each other on...:-)
Posted by: Ron | October 26, 2005 at 01:42 AM
ooooh em, you is back, and u was missed
welcome back
i too suffer from line rage. here in this god foresaken country they do not know what a queue is unlike blighty where everyone queues politely for the most part
Posted by: lou lou | October 26, 2005 at 03:06 AM
People jumping queues is a long standing problem.
Posted by: Greavsie | October 26, 2005 at 05:32 AM
Oh dear greavsie. You must be destroyed.
(hey em.. wb!)
Posted by: Southern Bird | October 26, 2005 at 07:12 AM
aw, i love you guys! :-)
but don't chip in my line. serious consequences.
Posted by: em | October 26, 2005 at 07:49 AM
Just like if you eat my last roast potatoe.
Now that means death.
Obviously
Posted by: Southern Bird | October 26, 2005 at 12:57 PM
I'm always the arsehole who says to the line jumping arsehole "Do you think it's *ok* to do that? You do know everyone else is waiting too, right?"
It's funny, but usually they get to the back of the line, even if they mumble "nosy git" under their breath. :)
And welcome back em :)
Posted by: Splee | October 26, 2005 at 05:46 PM
Have some patience Em! He probably had to get back to something important, like shooting Coors cans in his back yard.
Posted by: Ian | October 27, 2005 at 02:30 AM