Gluttons for abuse

Ava and I have decided that no matter what, we’re never going to be happy.

On one side, we complain nearly non-stop about the lack of customer service these days. We despise how no one seems to care whether you use their services or not. The clerks are all surly and the managers don’t give a damn.

Today we went to a national craft store to return some shadow box picture frames. One of them was sans packaging as Ava had already tried to stuff her shadowy things inside it and they wouldn’t fit. We anticipated trouble. We’re getting very good with trouble. In fact, our attitude has arrived to the point where we sorta relish the confrontation.

That wasn’t happening.

We didn’t even know what to do with ourselves when we received three apologies from three separate people. Absurdly, we found their obsequiousness annoying. I actually had to walk away and let Ava deal with them.

“Oh, ma’am. We’re so very, very sorry this didn’t work out.” The manager said while the original clerk was licking Ava’s shoes. “We dearly hope you will continue to patronize our store.”

Why? Was there a flogging that was going to come with the refund? The whole thing was so over the top. It was nauseating. We really just wanted them to sneer at us and throw money in our direction.

Are we really that bitchy? Sadly, I feel that we are.