People scream and yell at me at my job for two reasons:
- Overdue fines they feel they shouldn't have to pay
- My rigid Internet policy
Today, one of my regulars complained because the computer wasn't working to his satisfaction. He left in a huff when I couldn't fix it right that second and ordered me to do something about it. What I wanted to say was, "Sir, these are public computers. They do not have the latest bells and whistles. It's bare bones only. If you don't like it maybe you should get your own computer at home."
Instead I said, "I'll work on it."
Don't get me started on the autistic guy who talks like Rain Man and has a crush on me, or the older woman who came in today and sang to herself the entire time.
I take that back, I don't want a gun. I want a drink. A stiff drink. Something that burns my throat for about 30 minutes after I knock it back. No. Wait a minute. I want both.