The Sound Of Angry Silence
I’m working at a counter in the children’s department, reading a lengthy memo about sales from corporate. I’ve been looking down reading for perhaps two minutes and when I look up there’s a man standing there, fuming. I’m startled since he hasn’t said anything and has been standing out of my line of sight.
I ask him if he needs help and he continues to rant and rave to me about how awful I am at my job. He looks at my name tag and keeps repeating my name and saying how I need to “get it together.” I explain to him that he was out of my line of sight and that I’m visually impaired.
That shuts him up.
He then, of course, goes and complains to my manager saying that if I’m so visually impaired I should have a bell he could have pressed. He could have just said something to me while I was reading, but he was silent. Idiot.