THE YES MAN

Just to let all of you know, my brain has been taken over by stick figures. I think I have been inhaling too much laundry detergent. The whole day I pictured people in stick figure form. They all looked the same. Heh...

Today has been quiet and I was being nice to customers. I thought I would try the nice approach and it somewhat worked, except for the asshats that don't know how to greet or have manners. Manners are important people...

I will call this guy the Yes Man (YM). All he knew how to say was "yes" as well as other words but mostly "yes". I felt bad for him because he seemed lost and he was nice. I did get irritated a bit because it felt as if I was babysitting him and his clothes. Here is what went on:

He was standing in front of the counter with his back to me and I say:

Me: Hi! Do you need help?
YM: Yes.
Me: Okies. Well, the washers are there and you can wash!
YM: Yes.
Me: Okay
YM: Yes. I here new.
Me: Okay, I will show you.
Ym: Yes.
Me: These are the small ones.
YM: Yes. Soap.
Me: We sell it over there.
YM: Yes.

I'm not going to type up the whole dialogue but that is all he would say... "yes"... so you can get an idea as to why I got irritated; however, I kept my cool and helped him with a sunny side smile.

Aside from him, I had this one retard who thought the dryers were voice activated. Instead of putting his dryer on hot, he left it on warm and left the premises. When he came back, I saw him putting the quarters into the dryer and saying "hot" over and over again. Once again, the dryer was left on warm. I passed by him and  I told him "uh, sir... you need to put it on hot by pushing the button."  He tells me something in Spanish and all I understood was "gracias."


I wonder if there is a way to buy brain cells in bulk and hand them out for free at my laundromat. -sighs-