My wife is a funny person.  Right now she's reading this and wishing we were in the same room so she could slap me.  Nyah nyah!!

Now I don't mean funny in a bad way.  I mean funny both peculiar and ha-ha.  We compliment each other nicely, I think.  I'm crazy, she's not;  I'm lazy, she's not; (This rhyme was unintentional) I'm good at Scrabble, she's not.  You get the idea.  Neither one of us can stand stupid people.  Ahhh...a match made in heaven. 

The things that irritate us seem to differ quite a bit however.  Case in point:

We're at Best Buy (yes, I spend a lot of time there) and someone came over to see if they could help her find anything.  It's what I call customer service.  Some of you may agree.  My wife does not.

We're looking at ear thingies for me and my cell phone.  (Don't want a ticket, you know?)  An employee comes over and asks if we need help.  We say no and she wanders off.

Bridget:  I hate that.
Me:  What?
Bridget:  When they come around and bother you.
Me:  She just wanted to know if we had any questions.
Bridget:  Hmphf!

We go over to the movie section.  More of the same.

To the external hard drives.  More questions and, that's right: an irate wife.

Now I'm a big fan of customer service.  Treat me right and you'll get my money.  As much as I can get away with spending anyway.  (The wife is probably still reading...)  Come and ask if I need help.  Bring it on.  But the second I say, "No thank you"  leave me the hell alone.  Don't ask me every 5 minutes if you can help me.  Don't follow me around like a lost puppy.  Don't try to be my friend.  If I need help with something I'll find you.  Car dealerships are the worst.  They sit like hawks witing for some unsuspecting rabbit to hop into the car lot and...SWOOP in for the kill.  Or sale.  Whatever.

I've worked retail and that was always my philosophy: I will greet you, let you know I'm here if you need help, and retreat to a neutral corner.  Read a book.  Draw stick people.  Put LEGO's together.

So almost $300 (and four free tickets to see Wall-E) later my wife wasn't so irritated anymore.  She got what she wanted, my youngest son got what he wanted, and I got my Bluetooth Headset.  $80 bucks is a small price to pay I suppose when you can avoid getting a $100 ticket.

Of course it's getting late in the afternoon now.  Time to start thinking about dinner.  If I ask my wife what she wants for dinner do you think she'll get mad?  She probably will after reading this.