This past Sunday we spent the day driving around in the country enjoying the beautiful weather, exploring different areas and photographing this, that and the other. We stopped off at a lakefront park in a small town to stretch our legs and enjoy a little time by the water.
There was a food truck located in the parking lot and we walked over to get some ice cream. And happened upon a douchebag of an employee (possibly the owner of the place). He was the definition of lousy customer service; abrupt, rude, arrogant and incapable of making eye contact (or unwilling to) while being an ass.
It’s rare that I’m bothered by these types of people, but this guy ruffled my feathers. Why? Because he’d been a jerk to my husband who was the one that interacted with him. If you knew my husband, you’d understand. He’s a really nice guy; polite, friendly and always smiling. You have to be a huge douchebag to treat someone as warm as him so badly.
When we got back on the road, my husband asked why I was upset. When I told him that I was disturbed by that incident, he said: “Forget about him. He’s not worth worrying about. You’ll go about your day having fun, and he’ll go about his day being an asshole.”
Well, that put things in a whole new perspective, and I was no longer angry. I turned to my husband and said: “You know...you’re absolutely right. Imagine spending your life being a dick. How awful is that?”
Yes, people like that are not worth being upset over. Spending their lives being a dick is punishment enough.