At Least They're Committed

D, Edisonsblackdahlia and I stood and waited as the portly dude behind the computer care counter helped the couple before us. He looked at us nervously and said he’d be right with us, but his customers’ problems were significant so he eventually called for backup that never came. We just stood there. Finally he was able to turn his attention to us and I told him I’d been called to sign off on our busted computer that we’d brought in for a keyboard repair that instead had it’s hard drive wiped and destroyed. The young man explained that he knew nothing about it and would locate his manager, then scurried away.

“Jesus, Mom!” EBD said shaking his head.

“What?”

“You’re terrifying! You scared the hell out of him.”

“I did?” I thought back. He was jittery, yes, I guess. “Wow! Thanks buddy! That’s awesome.”

D had headed to Sprouts by then and the manager emerged and stumbled over his words as he gave me a recycling form to sign and he thanked me profusely and apologized that things hadn’t worked out with my laptop and I was polite but it occurred to me that he seemed scared, too.

Me . . . terrifying. That freakin’ rocks.