Peoples are Strange

The other day I got to visiting with a customer who was looking for something that we no longer carry in the store, but to be honest, I have a bazillion of at home. I bought out what was left when they were put on clearance. So I told her, zap me an email and I'd send her some.

Seriously, they're small and I have more than I'll ever use, and I like sharing things with artsy people.

I promise I was not attempting to get her address so I could stalk her.

She did email me, and said that she'd pick them up at the store rather than have me mail them.

I should've insisted that I'd mail them.

Because instead of coming in herself, she sent a friend. A friend who didn't know exactly what she was looking for, and came in, and was snitty to the woman at the register for not knowing what was going on. Turns out, the woman at the register, was my boss. Yes, she didn't know where to look for the Asian coins, and responded to the woman that we don't carry them, but it wasn't long before she figured out that I'd put them in a sack in our hold bin.

I don't get it. Why do people act so rudely to clerks? Why not act with a little patience and tolerance? Even if she didn't realize I was doing her friend a favor, why did she have to get snitty?

In exchange for doing a stranger a favor, I got my boss snitted at. It just makes my heart quake with angriness.

sigh.