This is an absolutely true story. I know it's true because it happened to me.
A few nights ago day while at S-Mart (the soulless retailer that employs my sorry ass) I was working in an area isolated from nearly everyone else who was working at the time. My little area had a mountain of work to do and I was a bit ornery I had been left to work it on my own, so when I noticed in the corner of my eye someone stocking on the aisle next to me I kept grinding away but felt a great sense of relief.
Some days it's nice to be on my own with just the voices in my head. Other days being alone makes me a little crazy. This might be related to the voices in my head...
But I digress.
As I went about my stocking, I walked past this person a number of times. I didn't say hello or even look at them directly (I was a bit ornery) after a while I started to feel like a dick, so I attempted some small talk but got no response. I craned my head around the aisle to see if I was being ignored or what.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered I had not been chatting up a fellow employee but the step stool I use to reach the higher shelves.
Hell of a day.
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BWAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG I just pee'd a little!
That's taking avoiding eye contact to a whole new leve, dude! I was thinking about your story at the gym yesterday while a couple other guys and I were carefully avoiding eye contact in the locker room (where such avoidance is perhaps more appropriate) and I imagined someone being SO careful not to make eye contact with fellow locker-roommates that it took him a long time to realize he was in the wrong locker room.
:D
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