liveforphysics
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Edit from 7 years later.... I'm Grateful I don't choose to trade my peace over anything anyone does at this point in my life. Every being is free the. Let anything bother them, but it's always optional.
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This is a sign that you're getting a little burned out...
I've just worked my zillionth 16hr shift in a row at work, I've had nothing to eat all day, and I work nights. It's about 2:30am, this is my normal time of day to eat. I head to the local 7-11 to get dinner.
I see they have a single spicy-big-bite hotdog left on the hotdog roller thing, and as a bonus, it's all shriveled up like it's been on there since dinner time, which is just the way I like them best (not kidding, i like the old ones best.)
So, I politely tell the usual Arab guy that I would like the spicy big bite. He puts on his little clear plastic food service disposable gloves, reaches the hotdog with tongs, and moves it to the back rollers, then opens up the bun-warmer area, and put a bun in the hotdog box, and spreads the bun open. So far, everything is going like normal, I'm pretty excited for my hotdog.
Except... except.... rather than just setting my hotdog in the bun and handing it to me, he very openly picks his nose with his gloved finger, just drives it right up his nostril, turns it around a few times, then pulls it out, and grabs my hotdog with the same fingers, places it on the bun, and hands it over to me.
W
T
F
!
I pushed the hotdog back, and told him I can't accept a hotdog that you handled with your dirty finger you pulled out of your nose.
He says something like, "you have to buy, you asked for it"
This is when my memory gets a little vague. Totally snapped on this guy. I remember saying some impolite things about camels and his wife. I remember seeing flashes of red in my vision. I remember being really glad that he was smart enough to run and hide in the back room, because I was so ready to put him to sleep with a vicious choke, and I figured that he was calling the police. I remember driving away with my hands shaking so badly on the shifter it was tough to feel it go into gear.
I did not touch him or cause any damage to anything in the store. I'm sure it's all on camera from 5 different angles, and I'm hoping no police drama comes of this BS.
I should not have acted this way over a hot-dog. It was very poor behavior, and it could have turned into an assault over a hot-dog.
No hotdog is worth hurting somebody, or going to prison over it.
I think the lesson from this is to be very careful out there when your stress level is up near the breaking point.
On the very bright side, tonights shift was just a 6pm to 6am shift, and it's daylight savings time, so it's just a mere 11hr shift! Only working 11hr's is a like a mini-vacation! A lady friend of mine actually made a cake for me to celebrate only having an 11hr shift. lol I can't wait to enjoy them both when I get off work at 6am.
Edit from 7 years later.... I'm Grateful I don't choose to trade my peace over anything anyone does at this point in my life. Every being is free the. Let anything bother them, but it's always optional.
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This is a sign that you're getting a little burned out...
I've just worked my zillionth 16hr shift in a row at work, I've had nothing to eat all day, and I work nights. It's about 2:30am, this is my normal time of day to eat. I head to the local 7-11 to get dinner.
I see they have a single spicy-big-bite hotdog left on the hotdog roller thing, and as a bonus, it's all shriveled up like it's been on there since dinner time, which is just the way I like them best (not kidding, i like the old ones best.)
So, I politely tell the usual Arab guy that I would like the spicy big bite. He puts on his little clear plastic food service disposable gloves, reaches the hotdog with tongs, and moves it to the back rollers, then opens up the bun-warmer area, and put a bun in the hotdog box, and spreads the bun open. So far, everything is going like normal, I'm pretty excited for my hotdog.
Except... except.... rather than just setting my hotdog in the bun and handing it to me, he very openly picks his nose with his gloved finger, just drives it right up his nostril, turns it around a few times, then pulls it out, and grabs my hotdog with the same fingers, places it on the bun, and hands it over to me.
W
T
F
!
I pushed the hotdog back, and told him I can't accept a hotdog that you handled with your dirty finger you pulled out of your nose.
He says something like, "you have to buy, you asked for it"
This is when my memory gets a little vague. Totally snapped on this guy. I remember saying some impolite things about camels and his wife. I remember seeing flashes of red in my vision. I remember being really glad that he was smart enough to run and hide in the back room, because I was so ready to put him to sleep with a vicious choke, and I figured that he was calling the police. I remember driving away with my hands shaking so badly on the shifter it was tough to feel it go into gear.
I did not touch him or cause any damage to anything in the store. I'm sure it's all on camera from 5 different angles, and I'm hoping no police drama comes of this BS.
I should not have acted this way over a hot-dog. It was very poor behavior, and it could have turned into an assault over a hot-dog.
No hotdog is worth hurting somebody, or going to prison over it.
I think the lesson from this is to be very careful out there when your stress level is up near the breaking point.
On the very bright side, tonights shift was just a 6pm to 6am shift, and it's daylight savings time, so it's just a mere 11hr shift! Only working 11hr's is a like a mini-vacation! A lady friend of mine actually made a cake for me to celebrate only having an 11hr shift. lol I can't wait to enjoy them both when I get off work at 6am.