Have you ever had the feeling that some people are just horribly wrong for a particular kind of job?
Let me elaborate.
My German grandmother (Omi) is currently staying at my sister’s. At age 92 she managed to hop on a plane on her own and came for a visit. It always amazes me how powerfully motivating grandchildren, in her case great grandchildren really are.
Omi is not your typical grandmother. She is an elegant fashionista. She probably has more class of all the women in the family combined.
As my sister needed to buy me eldest niece a new pair of Converse sneakers we decided to meet up at the mall. Alex, Omi, Iliana & myself, almost 4 generations in a mall (my mom decided to opt out – my guess, she was in desperate need of some detox time).
As we were happily strolling around the shops and enjoying each others company, I overheard someone telling Omi off. I turned my head and saw her. A zero size, early 50s dressed like an early 20s devilish looking woman (think of Cruella but in the more fashionable version). You know the kind you want to slap in the face even before she opens her mouth. YES, that one.
I won’t lie. Her look & the way she ordered Omi NOT to unfold the trousers as they were all hanging there kind of did it for me. Alex looked at me and said: YOU GO. So I went. TOTALLY PREJUDICED and worked up I approached my grandmother. 3 seconds after her first nasty comment and before I managed to translate to Omi what she had just told her, she repeated the order in an even NASTIER WAY. Ohhhhhh, I was already boiling inside.
Me: She doesn’t speak Greek.
Her: I don’t care. She shouldn’t unfold the clothes.
Me: She doesn’t speak Greek. As she seemed pretty stupid, I decided to repeat the obvious.
Anyway. Don’t you have any respect for the elderly? This is not the way to treat customers.
Her: This is not the way to treat the manager.
HA. That was a first one. I wasn’t aware of the treating the manager right code of conduct. I surely come from another planet.
The argument continued in a similar fashion while she raised her voice. Finally, I decided to drag my grandmother away mumbling something about how I wonder that she still has her job with such an attitude.
Thankfully Omi understood only half of it and after a while I decided to let go of it myself.
Where has politeness gone?
Until next time