“Use your hands, take your shoes off if you have to, but do the math!” I said and walked out, retrieved my can, and went on my way, half laughing, and half amazed
Slow People
I'm not talking about mentally challenged people. I'm talking about slow people. You've dealt with them I'm sure. These are the people that act like they have all the time in the world. Maybe they do, but they should be more considerate of those who don't. These are the people that will chit-chat with the cashier at the local gas station while there are 10 people standing in line behind him, and this could be rush hour. These are the people who, although they obviously see you're in a hurry, will stand in your way making idle conversation. These are the ones that see me approaching pulling a pallet of water and still move at a snails pace to get out of the way, all the while talking to each other. Never mind that the pallet of water could squash us all like a bug.
There is a narrow hall in the back of our store that leads to the offices, break room, restroom, workstations and time clocks. These people will invariably walk down the center of the narrow hall, at-a-snails-pace, and taking up the entire passageway while you're doing this dance number behind them, to your left, to your right, looking for the chance to go around them. When you get around them, if you get around them, they give you this look as if to say, “What's wrong?”
There are many variations of these kinds. Perhaps you know of a few.
Slow People Type II
This is the person that stops. I mean just stops. They're the one that can't seem to do two things at once, talk and work at the same time, or chew gum and read. I've worked with several of these people. Now I'm all for socializing at work. I mean we spend 40+ hours a week in each other's company. Many spend more time in the company of co-workers and fellow associates than they do with their spouse. In effect that makes you family, and one should treat each other in the work place as such (unless you come from a dysfunctional family such as me) and should enjoy yourself at work. These people though don't know when or where to draw the line.
One example is a guy I worked with that if you spoke to him, he'd completely stop whatever activity he was engaged in, and then prolongs a brief interchange of words into a leisure conversation that would last as long as one would allow. This is the type where I often found myself telling others...
“Don't interrupt him. If you stop him, I have to restart him!”
This reminds me of the theory of relativity where Einstein says that time is personal that we go by our own clocks or something as such. Well these peoples' clocks are S-L-O-W.
Remember where you read this the next time you're late for a date, or an appointment of some kind, and the guy with the six pack, three people up from you, is “hee-hawing” with the dummy behind the cash register while digging in his pocket for the money to pay, then decides he needs to purchase a dozen lotto tickets.
Dummy Supervisor
Not much to say here. This is the ill trained, inexperienced person that the cashier has to call, who has to call another ill trained, inexperienced person to sort out and fix what the cashier screwed up because the slow person whom they just served stood around “hee-hawing” and “jaw-jacking” with them until they forgot what they were doing. All the while you're about to pee in your pants because you had that second and third cup of coffee this morning while waiting for your significant other to get ready.
Cell Phones
Geese! What's the deal? How much can people talk on a phone? I have one, though I rarely use it. First of all, I have no one to call, though if I did I don't think I'd spend hours a day on it. I've got one of those prepaid phones. I bought it for emergency purposes and so far is primarily what it's used for. I spend approximately $25.00 every two months on it. For that I keep several hours on it all the time. I figure if I can't say what needs to be said in a couple hours, I shouldn't have one. That's what most people say. They say things like “I hardly use mine” or “You don't see me on mine all the time.” Then their phone rings. I really like the people that say that while they have one hanging on their ear. “What's that? Jewelry?” I want to ask
