When I lived in Lethbridge I liked to think I was something fancy and I preferred to fly to Calgary for the weekend as opposed to bumming a ride or taking the bus. Why drive for 2 hours or take the bus for 4 when you can fly there in 22 minutes?
Anyhow, one time I scurried into the airport 15 minutes before a flight and said "I'd like to buy a ticket on the next plane to Calgary" and the woman behind the counter said "sorry, I'm too busy".
"Pardon me" I said. "I'm too busy right now" she replied.
Then she waltzed off to join her co-workers for a cup of coffee and a few laughs.
No wonder Canadian Airlines is now "Non-Existent Airlines".
On the other side though...
I used to work at a full-serve gas station on Macleod Trail and it was just south of a strip joint called "Rock City". Occasionally the strippers would stop in and fill up the Camaro on the way to their next business engagement. This one time a fully siliconed, bra-less peeler showed up and said "fill it up" and as I was about to put the pump in the tank she hopped out of the car wearing a threadbare tanktop and, umm, I'm not sure what else.
I instantly lost all sense of what I was doing and became a total "deer in the high-beams". I was blindly trying to get that nozzle in the hole but I couldn't find it because I was so distracted by her skimpy attire and brazen hussiness. After probably 5 or 10 seconds of just bald-faced ogling I snapped out of it, straightened myself out and inserted that pump in it's proper slot. Still though, it was pretty bad on my part. If the customer comes in hoping to get filled up and the employee wants to look instead of service your needs then likely you don't leave satisfied.
My co-workers had a hell of a laugh about it all so I escaped to the washroom to compose myself.
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