Over the weekend I took TJ and Roxy to the Groomers. On the way I stopped for Gasoline. Of course TJ is on my lap at full attention, ready to jump out the window into the women attendents arms...He Just Loves People, plus he always has to be involved in everything that is going on. Well, she came over to get my $ and all I had was $100. She was kinda upset, b/c now she had to go back into the store and get me change. When she came back to my window, she started coughing...she finally took a step away to finish her coughing. When she came back to my window, I lowered the window to get my change. She starts to count ($5 and $1 - I needed $90 back) then she sees TJ. So, now she sticks her hand in my window for TJ to lick her hand...
I WAS SO MAD!!! Thankfully, I was able to pull TJ away before he could lick her (dirty) hand. I said to her, "I'd rather he not do that". She said "why?" I said back to her that "your hands are dirty, you are working with gasoline!" She got really mad now and said, "No they are not, I wear gloves and I wash my hands!" I said, "I watched you this whole time and you weren't wearing gloves this time!" She was so angry with me, she finished counted my $ and pretty much threw it into my car and walked away!!!
Can you believe the nerve of some people??? If the roles were reversed and someone pointed out to me that my hands were (obviously) dirty, especially from gasoline (and touching money), I would COMPLETELY understand and say, "oh, you are right, sorry!"