Thank you for being oh so polite and comforting when I told you my husband was standing on a scary corner of Manhattan at 1 in the morning staring at the spot where his car had been a few hours before.
Thank you for not paying attention so that I had to repeat, "he is at the corner of 11th and West 18th," 15 times.
Thank you also for just repeating to me 15 times, "do you want to file a stolen car report or check with the pound on Monday?" each time I tried to ask a question. I just love how you kept cutting me off so I couldn't ask anything, but only do one of your 2 only outcomes.
No really, thank you. Because we didn't accept your rude and careless answer one of my husband's bandmates stepped in and made a million phone calls to finally track down the car, which had been towed. My husband had made an error reading a sign. Who knew that no standing meant not parking at all. We both thought it meant no pulling over to load, unload, or idle for a few minutes.
I understand that you must be incredibly busy, trust me, I do. I taught Kindergarten for 6 years. I have been in the heat of battle too. But maybe from now on you could keep the attitude at a minimum? Especially when a mother of 2 has been woken up from a sound sleep to be worried about her husband while knowing her kids will be awake in a matter of hours and then she will have to be "on" for over 14 hours. Just a thought.
Thanks again, you are all too nice and caring!
Love,
The lady you were a complete jerk to who called frantically at 1 AM Saturday
