oh, the nerve

I called the local video store (which, shouldn't they be called the DVD store nowadays?) to see if they have either a VHS or DVD of a Pearl Jam concert as I am doing a presentaion on PJ on Tuesday.

A girl answered the phone sounding winded and irritated.

In my best phone voice I ask her if they have the DVD.

She types away on her little computer.

Yes, they do.

Great! Can you hold that for me and I'll pick it up tonight?

With a HUGE sigh, she asks me when I will pick it up tonight.

Um, I don't know. I do a little math in my head silently figuring out when I will be there as I am leaving work early to go out with friends. (Long week and I needs drinks. Who am I kidding? Even if it was a short week I'd need drinks.)
I tell her a time that will still give me extra time encase I am late.

Another HUGE sign emits from her end of the phone.
"Hold on a second while I see if it's on the shelf."

Um, okay.

She tells me they have it in.

Thanks.

Here's the thing. I am SO tired of calling or being at a place and asking the person for something. You know, asking them to do their job, only to get an attitude or a complete lack of any kind of enthusiasm. Like I am bothering them, I mean, I have some nerve asking the person to, you know, work.
Or what about the people who don't realize the question, "So, how are you doing today?" Is a rhetorical question! I mean, I don't actually care, I'm just being polite. Sheesh.

But what cracked me up about this call was the fact that the computer told her they had the DVD, but she had no idea if they actually-had-the-DVD.
Which, by the way, that happened to me once already with this very video store.

Small little vent, over. Thanks.