A Garden Needs A Good Offence
Customer: “Excuse me, I have a ques—oh.”
(She folds her arms, and eyes me critically.)
Me: “Yes?”
Customer: “Well, I doubt you would know. You look awfully young.”
(I am 21, but look younger.)
Me: “I’m older than I look. What can I help you with?”
Customer: “No, I really don’t think you would know. You look like a d*** little kid!”
(I raise my eyebrows and stare at her.)
Customer: “I guess that was a little rude, huh.”
Me: “More than a little. Can I help you?”
Customer: “Like I said, I doubt it. I like that pink plant over there, but I don’t know anything about it.”
(I rattle off the plant’s name, sun preference, average height and width, and how often to water and fertilize it.)
Customer: “Huh! You did know all about it! I just seem to keep offending people today; every time I open my mouth!”
Me: “Maybe try keeping it shut.”



