tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017409987610913109.post7589584756519840342..comments2023-07-05T08:13:34.178-07:00Comments on i-lund living: Don't mess with me!Stephanie :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/14136413099952504370noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017409987610913109.post-59631325123714601952012-09-04T15:07:37.994-07:002012-09-04T15:07:37.994-07:00Hahahaha. That was great. ;)Hahahaha. That was great. ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017409987610913109.post-48057440823119754422012-08-23T12:40:49.169-07:002012-08-23T12:40:49.169-07:00Yaaaay! I'm like you in that I usually don'...Yaaaay! I'm like you in that I usually don't say anything, but sometimes it just feels good to tell someone they're being a jackass.<br /><br />Usually, the person being called out will act exactly as Mr. Buttinski here and feign innocence, which is never believable.<br /><br />I remember once at Old Navy (just a few months ago...not when I worked there), I was perusing the clearance section that was overflowing with clothes. A lady came over near to where I was, and she kept pushing the clothes to the side, and in so doing, it would make it impossible for me to look at the section I had been at for a few minutes. I kept pushing the clothes back so I could look at them, thinking she did it on accident or something. But after that happened twice, when she pushed the clothes for the third time, I said, "Really??" in a very irritated and exasperated tone. She looked surprised, as if she had no idea what she was doing. So I told her that she was being rude by repeatedly pushing the clothes so I couldn't look at them. She looked confused/innocent/whatever and walked away. I went back to what I was doing, and felt very proud of myself. Silly, I know.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02207252159837216223noreply@blogger.com