A Turkey Tale
This tale does not belong to me. It comes by way of Dear Husband who, last night, unburdened himself to me about his unpalatable experience with an Empress of Entitlement.
Early yesterday afternoon — the day before Thanksgiving — my dear hubby went to the Longhorn Meat Company, the local butcher store, to pick up the fresh Branigan Turkey that we’d ordered several weeks ago. We were a bit late in the ordering process, but Tom came on time, big and round at 18.3 pounds.
While my husband was in the butcher shop, a loud, pushy woman invaded the space of this small retail establishment. She’d not bothered with the ordering process. She barged her way, by car, into the Sierra foothills from an East Bay Area outpost, four county lines away. It was a two-hour drive.
Her mood was not pleasant.
She stated that she was looking for a fresh turkey, even though she had not ordered one. There were 9 other customers in this small shop; they had all ordered their turkeys and/or roasts. There was a prime-rib Thanksgiving in the works, with five ribs to be exact.
This woman was obnoxious and angry and impatient. She rudely displayed all of the offensive character traits that typify a person with the Victim Mentality. She claimed that she’d called the shop ahead of time. Hours earlier. And she’d asked if the butcher had any fresh turkeys available without any pre-order. She said she was told there were a few turkeys, and she stated that she’d requested a reservation for the unclaimed Tom.
Basically, the situation was First-Come-First-Serve but this Annoyance believed that she was the Only One to be served. She expected that upon her eagerly-awaited arrival, a fresh turkey would be waiting for her. Maybe he would fall from out of the sky!
Sales staff attempted to help this woman, but she was irate and indigent that her lack of planning had not created a sense of emergency in this small butcher shop.
Sales Person #1 went into the walk-in box to find a turkey. Sales Person #2 then entered the fray and asked: “Have you been helped?”
The woman snapped, “Yes, but not in the way that I’d like to be.”
Evidently, monopolizing all of the sales staff was not adequate to her ego needs.
It was very fortunate for all concerned in this shop that I’d not accompanied Dear Husband to pick up the turkey. I know that at that point in her pushy attempt to commandeer a bird, I would have told the woman off.
There was a previously frozen turkey in the size-range that this woman so desperately needed as part of giving thanks on this national holiday. She bought the turkey with the attitude that she’d been sold an inferior bird.
Dear Husband believes that he and everyone else in the Longhorn Meat Company understood more fully why they live in the foothills and not in the Bay Area.
I agree, but I also am reminded of a saying, a piece of advice that I was told long ago by a very cherished friend to help me understand women who were rude and petty, especially with criticism of me. This non-Thankful Customer reminded me of them.
The saying was: “You tell them to walk a mile in your moccasins.”
Maybe what that woman needed was some Longhorn Meat moccasins, not a previously frozen turkey.