Okay, so Mr. MayOrMayNotHavePoopedInTheAttic really got my goat today (what does that expression even MEAN?) and I have to share, natch.

The situation was ridiculously simple. We had a delivery and got WAY too much of one product. For illustrative purposes, we will call him PITA (Pooped In The Attic or Pain In The Ass, whichevs) and we will call me, well, ME.

PITA: “Why did you order so many of those?”
ME: “I didn’t.”
PITA: “Well then who did, Santa Claus?”
ME, confused about the attitude: “Uh, well, I’m not sure. Maybe they were a force-out*. I could call corporate.”
PITA: “It was you. You ordered them.”
ME, completely offended: “NO. I. DIDN’T.”
PITA: “Whatever.” *walks away*

At this point I don’t know what the hell his problem is, but I am not terribly excited about the fact that he just accused me of lying. Also, the teengirl “whatever” isn’t going to fly. I pull out my copy of the order and chase him across the store to show him the big, fat zero next to the item in question. As I’m pointing to the proof, the big boss walks by and hears my pissed off, “I TOLD YOU SO!” and says, “What’s up?” PITA says, “We are talking about the huge order that came in today.” Big boss says, “I did that. I want to have extra for Mother’s Day.”

PITA’s response? “Hm. Whadda ya know?” and continues to walk away. Hell to the no, Bobbay! I may never get an apology, but I am smug in the knowledge that I deserve one.

*The company, from time to time, sends bunches of something, to make room in a warehouse.