Dixon Carter Lee
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It's because I live in Los Angeles.
I walk into a grocery store this morning, and I get a "Hello, Sir, welcome to Ralph's!" from some guy bagging groceries. The guy at the deli counter insists that I "try this cheese, Sir!" and hands me a slice. The checkout girl asks me if I "found everything alright, Sir?", and then asks me if I "need help" out to my car, Sir. (I had, like, one bag.) The security guard smiles at me on the way out, and even a transient in the parking lot is singing and give me a "God bless you, Sir" after I refuse to hand him any change.
And it's like that everywhere. You can't walk into a Blockbuster without everyone saying "Hello! Hi there! How are you today?" with these big white-toothed grins.
I can't stand it. I can't stand it, I tell you. I KNOW all this fake politeness is a company mandate forced upon the employees and crafted during some stupid marketing research weekend get-away retreat brainstorming raft-riding corporate team building seminar, and I resent the hell out of it. I resent that people in this city are overly polite to me because some guy in cubicle three wrote a report on how manners equal profits, so we're going to have manners, Goddammit! I swear, every time I hear one of these poor underpaid nametage-wearing kids say "Hi! How are you today?" I can almost hear some corporate Stage Mommy under the desk screaming "Smile, Baby!"
Is it any wonder I come here ready to chew someone's head off? It's L.A.'s fault! I'll work on it. Anyway, that's my excuse...what's yours?
I walk into a grocery store this morning, and I get a "Hello, Sir, welcome to Ralph's!" from some guy bagging groceries. The guy at the deli counter insists that I "try this cheese, Sir!" and hands me a slice. The checkout girl asks me if I "found everything alright, Sir?", and then asks me if I "need help" out to my car, Sir. (I had, like, one bag.) The security guard smiles at me on the way out, and even a transient in the parking lot is singing and give me a "God bless you, Sir" after I refuse to hand him any change.
And it's like that everywhere. You can't walk into a Blockbuster without everyone saying "Hello! Hi there! How are you today?" with these big white-toothed grins.
I can't stand it. I can't stand it, I tell you. I KNOW all this fake politeness is a company mandate forced upon the employees and crafted during some stupid marketing research weekend get-away retreat brainstorming raft-riding corporate team building seminar, and I resent the hell out of it. I resent that people in this city are overly polite to me because some guy in cubicle three wrote a report on how manners equal profits, so we're going to have manners, Goddammit! I swear, every time I hear one of these poor underpaid nametage-wearing kids say "Hi! How are you today?" I can almost hear some corporate Stage Mommy under the desk screaming "Smile, Baby!"
Is it any wonder I come here ready to chew someone's head off? It's L.A.'s fault! I'll work on it. Anyway, that's my excuse...what's yours?