Posted On: Wednesday - December 30th 2020 1:59PM MST
In Topics:   General Stupidity  Curmudgeonry
Here I was, with another post in mind for this morning, along with the final part of the series on the service economy. I couldn't quite remember what the 1st post was to be, though I would run back into the idea later, I'm sure. Well, I just go to the auto parts store (could be anywhere, though), and BINGO! There's a post! There's another post!
The image above is from our post from 2 summers called Are the Millennials Retarded?. I can use this because (a) again, Millennials and (b) same auto parts store. Now, before any younger readers get bent out of shape, let me say that the title of that last post was facetious and that I agree with the one comment (that's wasn't mine) under that post that noted we need to all stick together. No, when I ever, if ever, get to writing my Strauss & Howe Generations/The Fourth Turning book review, my main point will be that you can't paint any whole generation with one broad brush regarding their attitudes and personalities.
It's just ... man, a lot of the young people do get offended SO easily by things that are just, I dunno, trying to do business or trying to talk normally to get things done. The point of my trip to replace a part of some Harbor Freight POCMC could be another quick post, but anyway, I was at the auto parts store, after checking in at the bicycle store, to at least find out if this was a part anyone could get anywhere. It's got a bike-pump head on one end, but male pipe threads on the other.
The thing is, just asking anyone at the store about this would be a waste of everyone's time. I needed the guy (oh, it could be a woman, 1 in 1000 maybe...) who could simply answer the question in a few seconds. I've written before that I have no problem when frustrated just waiting for the one white guy (he does commercial sales, but will help time permitting, and he knows his shit). I've written that I even asked specifically "can I wait and talk to a white guy, please" one time.
Well, it was one black guy who pointed to another black guy who supposedly knew his stuff. Fine. While waiting for the one guy, a woman clerk with a cloth mask on mouthed the words that I think were "can I help you?", but a) that's bad English, so that couldn't be what she said and b) between the plexiglass and that cloth mask, I couldn't hear much of it, and I'm still not a lip reader*.
"I'm waiting for that dude for a question. The guy there said he's supposed to know the store really well." That was a simple statement. No offense was intended. I just wanted to not waste time in there. Per her face mask, with the lips showing through and making different patterns, the woman had some little problem with this. It was probably about her being an employee and "we all know what we're doing", blah, blah. This was not something to be looked up on the computer though, or I'd have been fine getting her to help.
Why should I have to explain myself to this easily offended young lady? We are trying to get things done, and, yeah, I want to talk to THAT guy. I think I just told her "take it easy. It's going to be OK."
I can't deal with this business of being so quick to take offense. It's not all personal, but I guess these people learn this way in school. I can't deal with it very well.
Oh, and the guy went to the right place, we looked around, and nope, they don't have the part.
* There, see, now there's another post. Should we all become lip readers to help fight the COVID-one-niner?