tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post6780836969476230403..comments2024-03-27T03:19:11.216-04:00Comments on Assistant Village Idiot: Very YoungAssistant Village Idiothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01978011985085795099noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-39545116863991460342007-02-02T06:00:00.000-05:002007-02-02T06:00:00.000-05:00"that disquietingly Appalachian look" HA!
It's n..."that disquietingly Appalachian look" HA!<br /><br />It's not the "looking young" so much as the disquieting ways. Yesterday at a high-end car dealer, the "Customer Service <em>Supervisor</em>" who drove me to the car rental office had no idea where the office was, asked me if I knew, cell-phoned her boyfriend to find out, got the wrong information from him, performed several hair-raising U-turns in traffic, and got me to work 45 minutes late. On top of that, she complained steadily of "old folks' driving, bless 'em." I'd like to have made her cry, but was myself too close to sobbing.<br /><br />If service-alert Lexus is suffering like this, I hate to think about being in a hospital where I can't keep an eye on what's being done to my other vehicle.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19305198.post-76823815872083330702007-02-02T01:23:00.000-05:002007-02-02T01:23:00.000-05:00Haha, working in the ER I would occassionally get ...Haha, working in the ER I would occassionally get called in to consult with some of the older folk about how young residents looked. They always figured if I thought they looked young, they were justified in feeling odd about them. Also, if I, as the young secretary, could make them cry, we pretty much knew they'd never make it through residency. I went two for two on that one.bs kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02871717971078952304noreply@blogger.com