Dude

One of the things that I struggle with in the hardware store are the indignities of the job. Most people who shop with us are pleasant and grateful. After all, they usually have an immediate problem and are grateful a solution, usually anyway. But not everyone is pleasant and grateful, after all, this is retail sales.

Some people are condescending, thinking that the hardware guy is just some dead end doofus who can be abused with impunity. Some people are pissed off at the world and bring that anger into the store. We get people who can't fathom why we don't carry every hardware part known to humankind and get miffed about that. But mostly it's a fun job.

I had a couple of little stoners come in today looking for a deadbolt. No doubt to secure their stash.

My introduction was when one of them shouted at me, "Hey, dude, can we get a little help here?" I'm a dude, who knew? Is that a good thing?

After I got them a good lock at a cheap price, their criteria, the same kid looked at me and said, Thanks, dude." Who said stoners are impolite?

I gave him a long, hard stare and he must have reconsidered my dudeship, because he added, "I mean thanks, sir." Little victories.














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