Dropping The Box And The Ball
This happens right before Christmas.
Sister: “Why don’t you get the tree out?”
Me: “It’s heavy. You’ll have to help me.”
Sister: “Okay, but hurry up. I have things to do.”
We go take the big, heavy box out and carry it upstairs. I’m pushing and she’s pulling, and she gets a phone call and DROPS the box. It is too heavy for me.
Me: “Help!”
Sister: “Oh, you’re strong; just keep on!”
The box falls down, and I fall, too, on my bare knees. The stairs are wooden and I writhe around, moaning.
Sister: “Oh, poor baby!”
She rubbed my knee once and walked away, talking on the phone with her boyfriend. She didn’t get why I was so mad, and after that, she declared all Christmas trees evil.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?