Mornings, of course, can be a grumpy time. Lately, I've been dotted all over the place for work. Thus, I've become quite the early morning commuter. Therefore, you'll often find me, at such an ungodly hour, at either Stirling train or bus station, depending on where I'm headed. When I'm catching a train, this has happened on several occasions, fuelling the morning grump within me:
There's a man in his early thirties on the desk. Man, he just does not want to be there. And I get it, sometimes I really don't want to work. But honestly, he's half-serving me and half-glancing at his phone and scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. The result is that I feel like I'm an inconvenience buying my ticket from the ticket desk. I need a receipt since I'm travelling for work so I say 'Can I have a receipt please?' And I swear, this has happened several times; he forgets the receipt. He isn't really istening to me.
I hate to have to ask him again. But I do. Well, if I didn't feel like an inconvenience then, I certainly do now. He prints it out for me and hands it to me begrudgingly.
It shouldn't, but it sure feels like a treat when someone else serves me. read more