Friday, February 27, 2009

The GIANT and The Other Girl

The weirdest thing happened today -and it got me laughing.

I spent the day with my friend Annie -checking out some stores -buying a shredder =looking for a carry bag for my new lap top -nothing -had lunch -talked and laughed

Annie is on the look out for a desk at local thrift shops - I meant to suggest the Freecycle group in WW and check with her landlord -who may have 'extra' furniture stashed somewhere.

Anyway, I dropped off two bags of my stuff at the Rio Grand ARC/ Thrift store -ok I am going a little low with the down sizing of my home and me -but two bags are still two bags. Got the receipt as Annie searched for her desk. Nothing

I had to stop at Home Depot and get a bathroom fan. My cousin Dave, had taken it down from the ceiling and handed it to me -to get a replacement at Home Depot. So Annie and I go into this store. I always loved the smell, but feel like a alien in a foreign country. I just don't speak the language. But Dave told me to show them the old fan and they will know.

I showed them at the service desk -what my assignment was -and she said isle 13 and ask for Floyd. He would be around. So we walked down to isle 15 before Annie saw where the isle numbers were. I had totally missed them and truthfully it is not like a supermarket.

No one is around to help us -but Annie found a tiny little middle age woman, in an orange apron, who said Floyd was at lunch. She proceeded to look at my old fan and look thru the shelves. She was barely 5ft tall and couldn't hardly see to the second level shelf.She calls on the intercom for Floyd to interrupt his lunch and call her back and direct her to the fans. He doesn't call. The she calls an orange apron man walking by, to help -He is shorter than she is! They both stand and stare at the second shelve........stretching to reach and move the boxes so we can see behind. He trys to reach a hidden box...........When I say........

I can get that.

I am 5'9" and in my younger days liked to wear 4" heels -I like being tall. I am use to being around my brother-who is 6'5". Short people ore ok -but get in the way -I often stop and offer to get things off the top shelf in at the Acme for short old ladies. So I am ok with offering to help. Hey , I am what I am. But the short Home Depot orange apron lady says:

Yea let the GIANT get it. She is the tallest one of all of us.

Who says that to a stranger? At first I was sort of taken aback -then I started to laugh.

These two little people -that I could literally squash- just called me a giant.

I was calling Annie -the 'other'one -So we were the GIANT and the other ONE ! LOL

Even after the munchkin people got the yellow step ladder and checked the second and third shelves -nothing. They sent me to a supply house that had it in stock but for over thirty dollars.

The GIANT will check on line. No, Thank you.

What kind of person calls another person GIANT ?

I mean REALLY? How Rude/ funny but rude.

Good thing I am a Friendly GIANT.

1 comment:

Katie said...

Funny story. The audacity of some people never fails to amaze me. Here in Argentina, descriptive nicknames are very popular and no one seems to take offense. They call each other "la gorda" (fatso or fatty) or "la rubia" (blondie) and no one takes offense to it. It's a cultural thing I guess. I'd die if my nickname were "la gorda"!

hehe Friendly giant, indeed. They were lucky. ;)