The Customer is Always an A-hole

I am not a people person. Big surprise right? However, customers hold a very special place way down in the darkest part inside me where my heart is supposed to be. I hate them with a passion that burns so intensely it could solve the energy crisis. Believe me when I say, the customer is rarely EVER right.

The things customers complain about amaze me. All I can think is that their lives are either so dull or so perfect that something like having to wait in line sends them over the edge. Seriously? In the world we currently live in, you think the biggest travesty to plague humanity is having to wait an extra two minutes in line? Really? And why do people think that spending money at an establishment in the past, entitles them to special privileges in the present? "I've spent hundreds of dollars here over the years . . ." Big deal. "I pay your salary. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have a job." Yes, people have said these things to me.

The real truth of it is that the customer needs the merchant far more than the merchant needs the customer. Where else would said customer go on a random Thursday or Saturday afternoon? By what other means can they measure their lives unless they can buy stuff? Buy, buy, buy. Own, own, own. Gotta have it! Give me a break. Don't act like you are doing me any favors because the truth is, you would cease to exist without your rampant consumerism so chew me.

Bleh.