I’m sorry, so sorry. Please accept my apology. Why are those words so difficult to say?
Before you read any further, just let me say I apologize for the following entry. If you checked in today to read something uplifting, I’m sorry, you will not find that here. If you thought my blog would give you a good laugh, or an encouraging word, or a thought to ponder, forgive me please, not today.
This week is busy, I’m tired and a little cranky, add in a few occurrences that raised my dander, and the result is I’m subjecting you to a rant. If you want to leave now, I don’t blame you. I’ll never know you clicked on that red square with a white X on it and left my blog site early. I won’t hold it against you if you check out now.
But if you’re still reading, I truly want to know what you think. Hang in there with me, read what happened, and then please let me know your thoughts.
I have an upcoming event that I must attend. I work part-time for a non-profit organization and every year we must fund-raise to sustain our yearly budget. One of our major events is a fancy fund-raising banquet. My problem is a typical female problem – I have nothing to wear!
This year we are also holding a fund-raising luncheon on the same day, so it will be a long, tiring day and wearing high heels is not going to be an option as I will be on my feet a lot. So I stopped by a shoe store today to look for a nice pair of black but cute flats to wear.
The store wasn’t very busy, only a couple of customers besides me. I was there maybe 10 or 15 minutes, found a pair of shoes, and proceeded to the counter to pay for them. I was not prepared for what assaulted my ears and my propriety next. The sales person without even looking up dropped the f-bomb on me. Her comment was “I’m not going to get any #@#$*/# sleep this week.”
I literally just stared at her when she finally looked up. She opened her mouth and eyes and said, “Ohhhhh.” And then she said she was embarrassed and thought I was the other sales clerk, who then appeared and asked what happened. The second clerk laughed and said, “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s tired and works two jobs.”
I know she didn’t purposely say the word to me but you know what? I didn’t want to excuse her. I didn’t say “that’s ok” because really I don’t think it is okay. And I didn’t laugh with them.
So when did working two jobs excuse you to drop expletives on your customers? And why did she feel it was appropriate to use foul language in a place of business anyway? I might add that there were children in the store as well. A few years ago, she would have been fired for using that word in front of a customer.
I wanted to say to both of them, “Excuse me? Do you really feel it’s appropriate to laugh that off?” That’s probably not the best attitude on my part, but I am extremely fed up with being affronted by obscenity and profanity every where I go. I’ve had it! I get just as weary, angry, or frustrated as any other human being, but I do not blast foul language on anyone who happens my way. To me, it’s a matter of respect, decency, and politeness.
So I just looked at both of them and kept waiting for it…..an apology, at least. It didn’t come. I thought of just walking out of the store, if I hadn’t needed the shoes so badly.
The clerk just kept mumbling that she was embarrassed, but obviously not enough to apologize for using profanity in front of a customer. Instead of apologizing, she tried to sell me shoe care products, which I politely declined.
The other clerk decided to add a story about the time she also used a nasty word and hadn’t realized she had said it. I still didn’t laugh. I just said, “I hope you have a better day tomorrow” as I paid for my shoes. Finally, as she handed me my bag, she mumbled almost inaudibly “sorry.”
My questions to you:
- Was I wrong for how I handled it? Was I wrong to expect an apology?
- How do you respond when someone uses profane language in front of you?
- Are you as tired of hearing it as I am? Or am I just an old cranky fuddy-duddy?
Thanks for reading my rant. I’m sorry, I had to get it off my chest. But at least you can be happy for me because I do have new cute shoes.