A customer has spilled some liquid detergent in the aisle and just left it. Once it is discovered, I’m called over to manage the spill. I am literally on my knees with my cleaning equipment when I see a customer approach me with her shopping cart.
Me: “Ma’am, do you mind going around? We’re still trying to clean the spill.”
Customer: “It’s your job to clean after me, not my job to inconvenience myself for you.”
And with that, she just… pushes her cart through the puddle, spreading the mess further via the cart’s wheels. I actually have to get out of the way myself! She could have easily gone around me in the same aisle; she didn’t even need to take another aisle.
Later, when I have finished the spill, my manager finds me in the break room.
Manager: “Thanks for cleaning that spill earlier. I saw what that customer did to you.”
Me: “Oh, yeah, that was really mean.”
Manager: Smiling evilly “It’s okay, though; I made sure she got her /karma.”
Me: “What did you do?”
Manager: “I made sure when she was checking out that her transaction had an issue that could only be resolved by a higher manager. I also warned her that it would be a while before the higher manager was available.”
Me: “Oh, man!”
Manager: “When she asked why, I said, ‘Our poor manager was cleaning up a spill earlier and some inconsiderate customer just rode her cart over it and spread the mess all over the shop. It’s taking her a lot longer to clean it.’ That shut her right up. I made her wait another twenty minutes before I ‘stumbled upon’ a solution.”
I’ve seen very little evidence of karma, unless dying to provide food for other animals is karma, which humans try to avoid. Life is rigged, then it’s over.
My father wanted me to go into the sciences, which I would have loved. Unfortunately, he died and the rest of the family vetoed that line of study as being unsuitable for a girl. My mother wanted me to become a teaching nun. I’m not fond of children as a species and the religious life had no attraction for me. I spent most of my working life in the insurance field which I enjoyed for the most part.
Sorry, Claire, but my degree in anthropology did nothing but land me jobs as a cook for most of my life – as that is what I did to pay for that degree.
If I had gone on to grad school and beyond, that would have made a difference, but I couldn’t afford it.
I worked with a woman from India who told me of her arranged marriage. I was shocked! What if you didn’t like who they chose for you? She said she had the right to refuse their choice and start again. I asked her wouldn’t she rather do it herself? No, she said, it worked rather well with her parents doing the work to find a suitable husband for her. She was a very smart lady, too. She was a joy to work with as well.
Yakety Sax 8 months ago
From Not Always Right: A Cartful Of Karma
A customer has spilled some liquid detergent in the aisle and just left it. Once it is discovered, I’m called over to manage the spill. I am literally on my knees with my cleaning equipment when I see a customer approach me with her shopping cart.
Me: “Ma’am, do you mind going around? We’re still trying to clean the spill.”
Customer: “It’s your job to clean after me, not my job to inconvenience myself for you.”
And with that, she just… pushes her cart through the puddle, spreading the mess further via the cart’s wheels. I actually have to get out of the way myself! She could have easily gone around me in the same aisle; she didn’t even need to take another aisle.
Later, when I have finished the spill, my manager finds me in the break room.
Manager: “Thanks for cleaning that spill earlier. I saw what that customer did to you.”
Me: “Oh, yeah, that was really mean.”
Manager: Smiling evilly “It’s okay, though; I made sure she got her /karma.”
Me: “What did you do?”
Manager: “I made sure when she was checking out that her transaction had an issue that could only be resolved by a higher manager. I also warned her that it would be a while before the higher manager was available.”
Me: “Oh, man!”
Manager: “When she asked why, I said, ‘Our poor manager was cleaning up a spill earlier and some inconsiderate customer just rode her cart over it and spread the mess all over the shop. It’s taking her a lot longer to clean it.’ That shut her right up. I made her wait another twenty minutes before I ‘stumbled upon’ a solution.”
Me: “That’s beautiful; thank you!”
))Not my story((
uhohlol 8 months ago
I’ve seen very little evidence of karma, unless dying to provide food for other animals is karma, which humans try to avoid. Life is rigged, then it’s over.
ladykat 8 months ago
My father wanted me to go into the sciences, which I would have loved. Unfortunately, he died and the rest of the family vetoed that line of study as being unsuitable for a girl. My mother wanted me to become a teaching nun. I’m not fond of children as a species and the religious life had no attraction for me. I spent most of my working life in the insurance field which I enjoyed for the most part.
ChrisTrey 8 months ago
Sorry, Claire, but my degree in anthropology did nothing but land me jobs as a cook for most of my life – as that is what I did to pay for that degree.
If I had gone on to grad school and beyond, that would have made a difference, but I couldn’t afford it.
gcarlson 8 months ago
Mixology?
vick53 8 months ago
I worked with a woman from India who told me of her arranged marriage. I was shocked! What if you didn’t like who they chose for you? She said she had the right to refuse their choice and start again. I asked her wouldn’t she rather do it herself? No, she said, it worked rather well with her parents doing the work to find a suitable husband for her. She was a very smart lady, too. She was a joy to work with as well.
c001 8 months ago
“My father wanted to do a land deal with his father.” (Yesterday)
“I trust my family will want what’s best for me.” (Today)
Strange.