So, I want to order some artificial cacti, online, to replace the live cacti that were wiped out by Austin's "Big Freeze." I sent an inquiry to a company that specializes in the above. I asked if their potted cacti were glued in their pots. I wanted their product without pots. Instead of answering my question, they sent the following: "Hello, just to verify, when you say "cacti" you do mean cactus, correct. please advise. thank you! Customer Support Team" I wrote back that I meant "cacti, the plural of cactus." I honestly don't know how some people are able to make it to maturity in this world, and become fully functioning adults. This dumber than dirt rep should have taken the two seconds it took to look up the word, and answer my question, instead of making a lame attempt to take me to task, and waste my time! What a world, indeed!
When I get crap like that I like to make it public by posting on social media on company's page. I have FB and Twitter for that reason.
Oh...I’ve been known to have some major conversations in similar circumstances. Ignorance can be forgiven but when laziness is the obvious reason for that ignorance, the game is on!
The State continues to expand until no one has to make any effort or waste a single synapse "doing" or "thinking." You can see the look of contempt when you give the cashier a ten, a one and a penny when the bill is $5.76, as they give you back the one and the penny, saying "You gave me too much." They know what you're doing. You're trying to make them think. You're "one of them." Their version of math class consisted of "...and this is how you change the batteries," and you're trying to make them think, you abusive S.O.B. They got an "A" in that class, jerk (well, their classmate did have to explain to them that the (+) and (-) on the batteries were not part of the equation...but still.) Thriving in a lifelong state of complete ignorance is the ultimate freedom, don't you think believe? Everyone deserves to be free, and you're trying to trap them with knowledge 'n crap. They know what you're doing.
I can almost see the day when children with the least exposure to public schools will grow up to be more successful in life than their college grad parents.
One of my favorite stupidity jaw-droppers was at the airport a few years ago. I was going through security and they were shouting "SHOES DIRECTLY ON THE BELT! DO NOT PUT YOUR SHOES IN A BIN!" so I put my sneakers on the belt. I go through the arch and stand by the belt. Out comes my carry-on, out comes the bin with my incidentals, out comes one sneaker. I wait and wait as other people's bins and carry-ons come out but still no second sneaker. I tell the TSA agent, "Only one of my shoes came out." She looks at me with a gaze of complete disinterest and says, "You had two of them?" My mouth wants to say, "Oh my goodness, I must have forgotten to wear two shoes this morning! How could I have forgotten to put on the other shoe and why didn't I notice it while I was standing in line for an hour?", but my brain is screaming at me, "THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO COME UP WITH A SNARKY REPLY, YOU FOOL! DO YOU WANT TO END UP IN A LOCKED ROOM UNDERGOING A BODY CAVITY SEARCH AND ENDING UP WITH A NO-FLY ORDER???" Luckily this is one of the few times my mouth listened to my brain. Eventually, they were able to extract my shoe from the tunnel. And I still get to fly. And I've never forgot to put on both shoe....
LOL. This reminds me of the time I went to pick up KFC for a work group. I walked to the counter and ordered 3 buckets of chicken and all the large sides to go with it. The kid behind the counter said, "is this for here or to go?" I was alone. (I should have asked for a diet drink to go with "my" order.)
Reminds of an incident when my kids were a lot younger. One of them has a birthday and invited more than a few to his party. When it was time to eat we went to McD's and when I walked in I yelled put cheese on everything you've got.
A couple of weeks ago, I got the urge for a Coke Slurpee, so I stopped at a mcburgerdoodles for one. The teenager at the counter hands me a cup of what looks like Coke with a few fragments of "slush" on top. I said, "but I wanted a Slurpee...." and he says, "Oh, the machine has been broken all day and this is how it comes out." The machine has been broken all day and it never occurs to him to possibly say, "Sorry, the machine is broken. Can I get you something else?" Then, he couldn't understand why I wanted my money back and had to get the manager over. And these people want $15 an hour?
You don't know whether to laugh or to cry. I recall going to a store to buy a particular product they carried, and they were out. The girl who worked there told me that the item was so popular they had a hard time keeping enough on hand, so they stopped selling it!