Salad Days

I had the worst ass-f#ck of a week at work, last week, and while you could say I'm lucky to have a job, I might debate the point.

Maybe I'm not cut out for customer service, maybe it's a sign of the times, or maybe it's just cognitive dissonance.

I think I'm asking "may I help you?" but what apparently comes out is "please come over here and disabuse me, you witless a-hole."

Gone are the days when the actions of an a-hole were swiftly rewarded with a punch in the face.

Now, that same behavior is rewarded - with an ass kissing rather than an ass kicking - and I am one of the lucky ones who get to pucker up.

You want fries with that?

No?

How about a tossed salad?