Before I even knew what I was doing, I bellowed, “DUDE! I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK OUT HERE!” The moment I started yelling, the female clerk looked shocked, but as soon as she realized what I was saying, she and her fellow clerk bowed their heads, looked at each other and started to snicker. I was kind of shocked myself, and thought, Oh My God, what has possessed me? But then I thought it was really funny when the person behind the wall paused for a moment and said, “Sorry.” Then he was quiet for a few moments, and I imagine that he snuck over to the two-way glass they have behind the clerk area to see which nut just yelled at him.
I find myself doing this, pointing out to supervisors in stores when they are being ridiculous and mean to employees, or searching them out to let them know when an employee does an exemplary job. When I do the former, they usually look shocked, and are probably plotting my death as I leave, but I don’t care, because sometimes the petty pleasures supervisors take in torturing their employees just boils my blood. When I do the latter, they look even more shocked, because kvetching is the state sport of New York, and rarely are compliments received.