Speak Out Manchester!

It's been a while since I posted my first edition of Manchester Speak Out! (check out the original post for background), but after I read this first letter, I had to do a little write up. I'm not sure if I should feel bad for this guy.

What is it with people? Today I was just trying to relax and have a moment with my thoughts, when this lady came up to me and started demanding that I help her find something. When she asked me where the chickpeas were, I told her I had no idea. She got mad and said, "What do you mean you don't know? Don't you work here?" True, I had my name tag on and I was working, but I don't use chickpeas. How would I know where they were?

She got all huffy when I simply reminded her that God gave her a brain and two legs, and if she wanted the chicken and peas, she could simply look up and read the signs and then walk on over. Well, she did not like this, and ran over to my manager. Next thing I know, I'm out of another job.