"Those People"-'ed
Jan. 9th, 2007 03:18 amWhile working in customer service directly with the public there are times when you are inspired by the human spirit, without a doubt. As somebody who does, despite frequent kvetching, aspire to being the best person I can be I do notice a lot of good.
And sometimes people are total twat-tards.
As things start to slow down after 9PM or so generally the store starts to get it's desolate night time vibe. Mostly outside because the homeless shelters are closed down town. The destitute of the city set up camp to prey on patrons of late-night pizzas, fast food and prescriptions. Some money or cigarettes is really all they want.
But a gentleman had the audacity to complain to us about "them". Verbatim, the thesis of his comment was:
But like the common person I would never consider complaining. Human society has it's transients and down-trodden. We have but forever been in the company of prostitutes and beggars. It is, to borrow a cliché, but part of life's great tapestry.
The man used our Franchisee's real name, he is a big cheese in this part of town. And for a good reason, he's a good man. I can say this with all honesty. But as his employees the standard "give us your money still" responses were given. You gotta be a cock sucking robot in those situations, it's what people expect. It's fucked up and wrong but it's what's expected in our culture... and that's a separate issue entirely.
I didn't tell bourgeois twat-tard about how I packed thousands of dollars of food into the Franchisees van to deliver to shelters the on X-Mas eve. All of us off the clock and burning the midnight oil before going to our families. This is in addition to the regular food drive already completed. We just wanted him out and really the fear of anything superlative being said far out-weighed it's righteous implications. Perhaps the holiday implications are too heavy handed an example for the agnostic reader. But it was real and it was there and happening, part of the picture.
I left the situation wishing I had said something. To take him to town, it was really in context of the time of year and situation, just totally unacceptable. Only a complete asshole would wish the homeless away so you can shop for fancy organic coffee and important Italian sweets in peace. I mean shit, what an archaic attitude. I even like the hippie trippy Fruitarian bobos better than him. At least when they get righteous and indignant it's about shit that doesn't matter.
And sometimes people are total twat-tards.
As things start to slow down after 9PM or so generally the store starts to get it's desolate night time vibe. Mostly outside because the homeless shelters are closed down town. The destitute of the city set up camp to prey on patrons of late-night pizzas, fast food and prescriptions. Some money or cigarettes is really all they want.
But a gentleman had the audacity to complain to us about "them". Verbatim, the thesis of his comment was:
I will NOT shop here unless you do SOMETHING about THOSE PEOPLE. Why doesn't your boss do something about THEM. [his emphasis]Of course this man, obviously into his mid-life crisis and clearly well enough to do, had but not a shred of compassion or even irony in his voice. Like anyone raised in a North American city I feel a bit put-off by the homeless, sure. Sometimes you just don't want to deal. Suburban attitudes are but the result of a weird desensitization to the people around us. Fall-out from World War II still tweaking the culture with it's historical shock-waves.
But like the common person I would never consider complaining. Human society has it's transients and down-trodden. We have but forever been in the company of prostitutes and beggars. It is, to borrow a cliché, but part of life's great tapestry.
The man used our Franchisee's real name, he is a big cheese in this part of town. And for a good reason, he's a good man. I can say this with all honesty. But as his employees the standard "give us your money still" responses were given. You gotta be a cock sucking robot in those situations, it's what people expect. It's fucked up and wrong but it's what's expected in our culture... and that's a separate issue entirely.
I didn't tell bourgeois twat-tard about how I packed thousands of dollars of food into the Franchisees van to deliver to shelters the on X-Mas eve. All of us off the clock and burning the midnight oil before going to our families. This is in addition to the regular food drive already completed. We just wanted him out and really the fear of anything superlative being said far out-weighed it's righteous implications. Perhaps the holiday implications are too heavy handed an example for the agnostic reader. But it was real and it was there and happening, part of the picture.
I left the situation wishing I had said something. To take him to town, it was really in context of the time of year and situation, just totally unacceptable. Only a complete asshole would wish the homeless away so you can shop for fancy organic coffee and important Italian sweets in peace. I mean shit, what an archaic attitude. I even like the hippie trippy Fruitarian bobos better than him. At least when they get righteous and indignant it's about shit that doesn't matter.