When You Have Nothing But H8
(I’m working at the front desk of an assisted living facility, and a visitor comes up to speak with me. He has a very imperious tone throughout.)
Visitor: “Will there be someone here at 8:00 sharp tomorrow morning to open these doors?”
Me: “Yes. Actually, I will be here tomorrow. I will be here at 8:00, probably a few minutes earlier.”
Visitor: “But someone will be here right at 8:00 am? So I can get in to get my father for his appointment?”
Me: “Yes. I will be at this desk to open the doors at 8:00 am.”
Visitor: “You’re positive someone will be here at 8:00 in the morning to open the doors.”
Me: “Yes. I will be here at 8:00 tomorrow morning. I promise.” *starting to mentally lose my cool*
Visitor: *irritated sigh* “There had better be someone to let me in at 8:00 tomorrow morning.”
Me: *stares as he stomps off*
(True to my word, I am at my desk at 7:58 am. Eight hits and there’s no visitor. I shrug and get on with my work. At 8:45 am, he walks through the door.)
Me: “Oh, hello! I thought you were going to be here at 8:00 this morning.”
Visitor: “I changed his appointment time. I didn’t think anyone would be here.”
Me: *loses faith in humanity*