Can’t serve ya!

Seriously the above is not a statement of what this post will be about. Although I suppose if you ask the customer I did provide her with bad service.

Let me set the picture for you: Southern Manitoba, the last few patches of snow are finally melting. Save for the snow hill which is now a dirty pile of sludge that is slowly evaporating beside the apartment. Everyone has been bundled up in jackets and scarfs and toques right up until last week. Friday to be exact. Today is absolutely gorgeous. I was able to sleep with my window open last night. First time of the year.

Now this is my story:

When I left for work this morning, the sun was shining. There was a light breeze tousling my hair as I locked the door and walked to my car. I was already feeling warm in my sweater but work can sometimes be very cold so I left it on.

Arriving at work, I walked across the parking lot humming to myself. It is gorgeous out. No doubt about it. Checked my phone it is 15 degrees (59 F). It is a glorious day.

I am in the express check out. Put through a few customers all of whom are in a good mood when up she comes. We chit chat about things and I ask how she is liking the weather outside? Imagine my shock and consternation when she tells me that it is already too hot for her. Without thinking this is what shot out of my mouth:

“I am very sorry m’aam, but I won’t be able to serve you.”

She is staring at me as if I am serious and I burst out into peals of laughter. I reassured her that I was not about to send her off to another till. That I was teasing. Finished with her order, loaded it into her cart and sent her off on her way.

And than spent the rest of my day reassuring myself that not everyone was crazy by asking how they were enjoying the weather outside. To which all responded that it was beautiful and other than the wind (which had picked up and was blowing from the north) it was a great day.

March winds have become the end of April winds. Which means that we are about a month behind in seasons here in Manitoba. Mother Nature really needs to get her act together. 🙂

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

8 thoughts on “Can’t serve ya!”

  1. Perhaps that would have worked out as a comment if you live where I live (Dubai) and May means 40degrees and melting. I’m jealous of your spring. Time to book a ticket to home in the north! (:

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    1. Oh no I would much rather have your weather. As odd as it sounds I love love love the heat and humidity. T gets very annoyed with me during the summer because I refuse to turn the AC on. (We also live in basement apartment which is always about 10 degrees cooler than outside. Half the summer evenings I am under a blanket.)

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  2. I was a horrible customer service-service person 🙂 But mostly when I had to work returns and I would call them out on their BS. It’s not easy but a sense of humor helps a lot 🙂

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    1. I work for a company that takes the saying ‘the customer is always right’ to the extreme. We take back half eaten food, items that they overbought on, expired rain cheques. The list goes on. When a supervisor I had a lot of difficulty with that however I am learning to let it go. After all, it is not my money. The one time I said no to a customer they had lost a bag of groceries in their vehicle and found it the next day underneath the stroller. She wanted us to replace all the meat for her. I have to admit I totally took a thrill in telling her no.

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