Sunday, July 13, 2014
Her catharsis was not my epiphany
Cookie's work capers at the Strip Club and Beef House continue and despite some assholes, I am finding that I do enjoy the job.
Despite the fact that I received far more smiles that snarls, one woman - decided that I was THE WORST EMPLOYEE IN THE HISTORY of the Strip Club and Beef House. Yes, the worst. Ever. And the more she vented, the louder she got. And at one point in her tirade, she looked at Cookie and said "You don't even care, you are just standing there with your mouth open."
Yes, I was slack jawed, but honestly, I have never heard someone torque off like an air raid siren.
But what can you do? She evidently needed to get something out, I thought at first.
Then she yelled "You aren't being very nice to the merchandise!"
Since the Beef House and Strip Club doesn't sell any living being, this was an odd statement. Something was off.
And what was off was her inability to see the merchandise as something inanimate. A plant is living, yes. And so is a pet, a person, family members, friends. But a paperweight? She couldn't even name the object, it was merchandise.
Having been around older people a great deal, I know the signals of dementia. Easy excitability. Inability to find words, names or recognize faces.
So just letting her go off on her own was the best thing for her.
And despite her tongue lashing, I hope she is OK. Seriously.
But it makes me wonder. Cookie is twenty years from his seventies. Will I be the one screaming like madman and not making sense in a few years?
In any event, life is for the living and I plan on being around for a great many years. To quote a friend, "you're too ornery to get old."