To the woman who decided that her directions to the YMCA was more important than my purchase at the gas station: I really do hope you found your way to the YMCA. Eventually.
Did my directions of turn at your first right, then take your second left and follow that street to the end, then take a right, and it should be on your left, get you there? Maybe?
You know what really pissed me off the most? It wasn’t your hand slapping on the counter with accompanied loud sigh. It was your command to the attendant (while I was completing my transaction, I might add) to “get a map and help me out” that took the cookie. It couldn’t wait 30 seconds? Again, I really do hope you got there… Eventually. —Hope You Got There
This article appears in May 6-12, 2010.
I sincerely hope your directions took her to the vicinity of Maniac Square. This is one of those occasions where if the clerk won’t diplomatically tell her to wait her turn, you can. And you don’t have to be diplomatic at all.
you should have given her directions to the uppity bitch section of the back of your hand via upside her head 🙂
How can someone NOT find the YMCA….it’s pretty damn easy to find.
You might have said GPS
Go Pound Sand – and attached the nasty C word
easy indeed… it’s the building with the big YMCA on the front.
with gps and computers and the like, why would you leave home not knowing where the hell you’re going?
In situations like these it helps being able to fart on cue.