I saw this odd little scene en route to the UPS store not far from our house.
Even the bicyclist on the “tall” bike is looking at this guy like, “what the heck are you thinking man?!” I was thinking how balls-y this person on the little bike is, riding in traffic, pretty much below the sight line of all cars, relying on only his flag to keep him from being run over. Balls-y? Stupid? Both?
The day all started so beautifully. Typical LA day; blue skies, temperature in the high 60s, slight breeze blowing against my skin. And then I had to deal with people. That’s when things turned not so beautiful, but typical of LA yet again.
I arrived to the UPS store, thrilled to find someone backing out of the then only available parking space in the tiny, always over-crowded lot. When I asked the chick behind the counter, with the UPS shirt on, if I had to fill out a tracking slip, or if everything was done on the computer, she said to fill out a slip. I reached for the forms they had sitting out on the counter, filled out the form, I handed it to her and said, “I have an account. Where do I put that information?” She then gave me the stink eye saying, “you didn’t tell me you had an account,” as she handed me a different form and said, “you need to fill this out.”
I gave her my own stink eye and a frustrated sigh. I had to remind myself to count to ten, take some deep breaths and fill out the next friggin form. After I filled out the second form, I kindly told her I was frustrated because I don’t in fact work at the UPS store and she does. She got defensive saying how I didn’t say I had an account. I responded kindly, reminding her I don’t work at UPS and had no idea there would be different forms for different types of senders, those with accounts and those without. I showed her a FedEx form I happened to have with me, saying there was only one form for Fedex, whether you have an account or not. I told her I wasn’t trying to be rude, but that it would serve her better to ask the right questions of her customers to save everyone some time. I HATE wasting time. And I really despise when customer service people are rude. I know plenty of capable people who need a job. Don’t make me want to go on a rant to your boss about you because I will. I really do hate wasting time because of someone else’s bad attitude. I digress…
Back into the crowded parking lot to get back into my crowded car to go to yet another business where I hoped I would get some decent customer service. Thankfully I did, shortly after I saw this in the next parking lot I visited next.
I literally laughed out loud and grabbed my phone to snap a shot. I wanted to wait to see what the person looked like who drove this thing, but I just let myself imagine him instead as I went inside to return some merchandise. This customer service person in the Bed, Bath & Beyond location was beyond helpful, although not very kind initially. I made a few jokes, she loosened up, we took care of my hefty return of a transaction with ease and I felt accomplished and happy as I left the store. Take that UPS.
I had to rush back home to meet a person I found on Craig’s List who was looking for older bikes to restore. I have been storing my grandfather’s Murray bike for the past 6 years, had not ridden it once and was hearing complaints from my neighbors that the bike had to go elsewhere, but there was nowhere else for it to go. I finally gave in and sold it. My heart felt broken for only a second and I enjoyed the thought that I didn’t have to worry about storing it anymore, or restoring it or hearing my neighbors anymore. I have the memory, and I even have a photo. That’s all I need…until I find myself needing a bike. Until then I will enjoy the feeling of passing it along to the next person who can use it.
Not long after the sale of the bike, my significant other and I decided we would like to go see a movie. We decide on “Olympus Has Fallen,” which I had never heard about before, but it looked good enough, especially next to the other choices. We bought our tickets online, got two good seats, printed our ticket and headed to the theater. It was a Saturday night, so when we pulled up to valet (I know, I know. Keep shaking your head.), it was a very crowded scene. We got our goodies from the concession stand and went into the theater to find our seats. As we began the climb up the stadium seating, I overheard a couple discussing Scientology. hahaha. Ohhhhhh, LA.
We sat down, started munching on our popcorn and candy. I opened my box of candy to find that the bag in the box was already open. I was not going to eat a bag of opened candy, even if the box was sealed shut. Better to be safe indeed. I returned the candy, came back and as I got close to my seat, a young-ish boy (10-14 years old) accidentally knocked my bottle of water over, which was fine because I hadn’t even opened the bottle yet. I sat down and said to him, “thanks for shaking up my water bottle buddy.” He and his mom/aunt (?) who was with him laughed.
After the water bottle incident, I overheard the lady asking the boy, “are you excited to see yourself running down the halls of the White House?” Of course we would be sitting next to someone in the movie. Turns out the boy had a pretty significant part in the movie. This kid was Finley Jacobsen. He played the part of the First Son, a vital character to the story line. I wondered to myself, “why was he seeing this movie in a theater?! Didn’t he go to the premiere? If so, why was he seeing it again? Taking his mom, or his aunt to see it? Why didn’t they go to the premiere? Perhaps someone was out of town that day and they dragged the kid out of the house to get see the movie with them?” These are the thoughts that go through my mind. Come to find out via imdb.com that the kid did in fact go to the premiere.
That was my very LA sort of day.