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I screwed up my timing somewhat yesterday such that I was left with just enough time to get to the commuter rail station in order to make it into town on time to meet Johnathan Vail. The catch was that I had all of 60¢ in my pocket, and the train fare is €1.70. So I rummaged in the change bin and came up with the difference in 5¢ pieces.
At the station, I put down my money. The ticket guy, of my own age or younger, looked at it, looked at me, and said, "what's that?" "1.70", I said. He then went off on a hissy fit about the sign over the counter which said something along the lines of maximum of 20 coins per transaction; I counted out and said I had 24, and I had no other cash on me, and I was going into town so I could get hold of more cash (a little white lie, but). Guy had a real inferiority complex to go with his little hitler complex; he made some random noise about me laughing at him as I was putting down my money. Boy, was I laughing at him in my head. But I ate crow, and said, no, I was laughing at myself for not having any other change.
"are you sure?" he asked.
Moron.
"Yes", I said, ignoring all the possible replies my brane was feeding me. At this point a queue had built up, so he made a big show of counting the coins (hey shit-for-brains, I already counted them in front of you while you were busy swinging your dick around) and then gave me my ticket.
As it turns out, Johnathan's bus was late so I could probably have taken the time to get money from a cash machine, but then I'm sure Jerkoid would have complained about taking large-denomination notes. If I hadn't been on a pressing schedule, I'd have taken a little time to ridicule his petty little assholery.
Pfft. Fucking JERK.
At the station, I put down my money. The ticket guy, of my own age or younger, looked at it, looked at me, and said, "what's that?" "1.70", I said. He then went off on a hissy fit about the sign over the counter which said something along the lines of maximum of 20 coins per transaction; I counted out and said I had 24, and I had no other cash on me, and I was going into town so I could get hold of more cash (a little white lie, but). Guy had a real inferiority complex to go with his little hitler complex; he made some random noise about me laughing at him as I was putting down my money. Boy, was I laughing at him in my head. But I ate crow, and said, no, I was laughing at myself for not having any other change.
"are you sure?" he asked.
Moron.
"Yes", I said, ignoring all the possible replies my brane was feeding me. At this point a queue had built up, so he made a big show of counting the coins (hey shit-for-brains, I already counted them in front of you while you were busy swinging your dick around) and then gave me my ticket.
As it turns out, Johnathan's bus was late so I could probably have taken the time to get money from a cash machine, but then I'm sure Jerkoid would have complained about taking large-denomination notes. If I hadn't been on a pressing schedule, I'd have taken a little time to ridicule his petty little assholery.
Pfft. Fucking JERK.
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I wanted to say something about rudeness to someone who's providing you a service (courteously, of course--I have never been rude to a customer whatever the provocation) being incorrect in every culture, though unfortunately encountered in all of them, but it just didn't seem worth the effort.
The way the spelling of my name gets mangled, I prefer to be asked rather than wince at whatever the person behind the counter comes up with.
On a completely different note, I'm thinking of a brief visit to Ireland in September, though I don't know yet what I'll want to do when I get there. Would just like to get out of this country for a bit, and I've already been to Canada. A lot.
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I'll add you to the list!