When Trivia Is Not Trivial

, , , , | Working | February 8, 2018

(We’re organizing a fundraiser for our local radio station and have settled on doing pub trivia. I’ve secured a location for the event, but our program manager wants to do it at a burrito house instead. I’m trying to explain why that won’t work.)

Program Manager: “Well, if you don’t like it, you don’t like it.”

Me: “It’s not about liking it or not liking it; it’s about whether it will work or not.”

Program Manager: “It’s about not arguing about it anymore, because if you don’t like it, it won’t happen, so let’s be productive, m’kay?”

Me: *head-desk*

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Politely Decline

| Right | September 2, 2015

I am selling homemade fudge to raise money for my Girl Scout Troop. People tend to ignore us, so I need to act excessively cheerful and polite to even get an acknowledgement. As a result, it’s fairly obvious that at least a little of my cheer is feigned, but I’m still our best seller. An old lady walks past our booth on her way into a grocery store and I launch into my usual spiel.)

Me: “Hi! Would you like to help support our Girl Scout Troop on our trip to Sweden? We’re selling delicious homemade fudge!”

(The elderly lady walks past me saying nothing.)

Me: “Have a nice day!”

(This is a totally typical exchange, until the same lady walks back out of the grocery store.)

Me: “Have a GREAT day!!”

Lady: *furiously* “You know, I was just about to donate some money on my way out. But you were so ABSOLUTELY RUDE that I won’t give you any money.”

Me: *stunned, trying not to stutter or cry* “I… apologize? I’m really sorry; I didn’t realize I said anything rude.”

Lady: “Of course you did! I can’t believe how hateful you are. I wouldn’t give you any money now even if you were polite!” *stomps away*

(I’m still not sure how she thought I was insulting her. Maybe I was being so polite it wrapped back around and became rudeness instead!)

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