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Last night I bought an axe and dandelion killer at Home Depot, where I began to approach a woman worker to find out what aisle they were in, but some old dude beat me to her, so I stood by and waited for him to finish with his questions. "Where are the something-or-others," he asked.
"Right down this aisle, halfway, on the left," she replied.
Then he looked at her body and casually remarked, "You have a nice chest."
She didn't bat an eye. I was appalled! Rather, she motioned behind her, and he went about his shopping, the dissolute old cad. Then she turned to me, "Can I help you?"
I wanted to say that I found his comment to be atrocious and that in all my years of customer service I've put up with a lot, but have never heard something so flagrantly disrespectful. Instead I asked for the strongest dandelion killer they had. She joked with me and asked if I wanted to kill the grass too, and I joked back, saying how I hated the dandelions bad enough to do it and, motioning with my axe, said maybe I could use this on them. She assisted me, and, while I tried not to look, I happened to notice that, hey, she really did have a nice chest. But I would never tell her that. Not even with the road to base compliments already paved.
Driving away in my truck it occured to me he asked her for an ice chest.
