Today I got called a rude word in work.
It’s so rude I’m not even going to print it here. Let’s just say if I was to say it I would probably be picking the negative comments off my blog for months. It’s that bad. Definately not PG.
Now I don’t really mind being called names. Sticks and stones and all that. Though now you mention it (or should that be now I mention it) what kind of sticks are so strong they are breaking people’s bones. Anyway.
What made this particular name all the more bizaare is the reason I was called it.
So I’m innocently enough serving a customer when in walks a man, who without introducing himself (very rude) asks or rather yells at me, why we let people sit outside the shop and sell the Big Issue? I tell him that they are allowed to sell the Big Issue if they like.
But apparantly he doesn’t agree with it. And when he asked me whether I agree with it, my reply of “I don’t have a problem with it” really sent him cuckoo.
Which is what provoked him to use the nasty “c” word to describe me.
I have a feeling this may become a regular occurence, where he will come in and quickly put me on the spot to find my stance on a particular issue of the day. He’ll jump out from behind the tills and shout “Euthenasia!” and I’ll very quickly have to think of all the pros and cons. I can only imagine the fun we will have. Today “Should people be allowed to sell the Big Issue?”, tomorrow, “Woman Priests”. (wee Father Ted reference there for some of you)
I better start reading up.
I want to do better next time.