Saturday, August 26, 2006

p...u...

Last night I had the unfortunate instance of having to experience a customer who was winging in a serious way. I mean Winging. No, WINGING. This was way beyond a little daily funk. Way. Beyond.

As I stood, presumably safely ensconced behind my little receptionist podium, I was trying desperately hard to not make a pfuckingu sort of face. I was about 5 or 6 feet away and the odor was engulfing me. I made his appointment and knew he was coming back for me to suffer once again in an hour or so. P. U.

So my dilemma is this: This is not just a client He is the spouse of an associate in the store. He is often hanging around her work area with their young child presumably witing for her to get off or to go to lunch. Often. If I was her manager, I would certainly have a problem with exactly how much he is hanging around. But I am not and his hanging around is not the main concern here.

Customers *have* to be experiencing his wing factor. To whose attention do I bring this? My manager? Her manager? A higher up? No-one?

Weigh in, peeps, lest you experience his wing.

5 comments:

Suzanne said...

I am confused by the use of the term "winging."

Does it mean the man had been devouring hot wings and as such was producing terrible gaseous explusions resulting in a cloud of stench enveloping him and all nearby?



ps: my word confirmation was dubmncher. how appropriate!

Middle Girl said...

What about the spouse, the associate. Presumably she's not similarly winggy? Does she have any immediate co-workers who might be encouraged to speak?

Let your olfactory be your guide.

maxine said...

the clearest explanation I can think of at the moment is that the scent will fly past your nostrils of its own accord. Really foul. So foul as to find disbelief at the person not being able to stand themself.

Winging is a holdover from my married days and was one of my wasband's words.

Suzanne said...

Okay, so the word is a hangover. But what does it mean?!

maxine said...

The person is winging. Smells. Is funky. Bad, way bad, BO.