I would assume that experience with a job would lead to
sympathy for someone else doing that work.
I’ve delivered pizzas through crazy weather or just unexpected rushes,
so I understand if my delivery doesn’t show up in 30 minutes or less. I tip better. I don’t throw a tantrum if a cash register isn’t
cooperating or if the person working it is having trouble figuring things
out. I’ve been on the other side of the
counter, so I get it. And I know how
thankful I was when I would have an understanding customer if I made a mistake.
I constantly see people treating service workers like shit, but I guess I had it in my head that most of the jerks hadn’t ever been in those shoes. I figured they weren’t understanding because they didn’t really understand. And sure, some people are just entitled assholes; the kind of people who lose their shit if they have to change lanes to pass you on the highway (another rant).
Then I joined a writers group online and applied those same crazy assumptions…
I constantly see people treating service workers like shit, but I guess I had it in my head that most of the jerks hadn’t ever been in those shoes. I figured they weren’t understanding because they didn’t really understand. And sure, some people are just entitled assholes; the kind of people who lose their shit if they have to change lanes to pass you on the highway (another rant).
Then I joined a writers group online and applied those same crazy assumptions…
