I want to be nice. All the time.

Dogs are nice…. and happy… and good… whenever they have the chance. I wish I could be more like my little pallies this way.

But there are times when I just don’t feel so friendly. I don’t like it when this happens, but it does.

Which brings me to this.

Have you ever walked in to a store and approached the Customer Service Desk…. only to find out it is anything but that?

The person behind the counter is miserable, and they have absolutely no intention of helping you?

I guess in all fairness… the sign normally just says… “Customer Service” It doesn’t say “friendly” or “quick” or “proficient”…. or even “mediocre” Service.

It simply says Customer Service. Which… when you come right to it… the meaning could be interpreted as “poor & defective” service… or “despicable” or perhaps….. “malevolent.”

Today, I approached such a place & person. The man working there was less than helpful. I tried to be nice to him, regardless.  But to no avail.   I ended up figuring things out on my own.

But sometimes I feel the equivalent of these so called “helpful areas” may as well be a in a deserted barn in the middle of nowhere. Far beyond the reaches of good will, common decency, chivalry, and politeness.  Even away from the well-mannered cows and the pleasant chickens.

It is at times like these when I consider getting a Marmoset for a pet.

Because… as you know…..

Marmoset there’d be days like this.

Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them. – Samuel Butler

Be friendly to everyone. Those who deserve it the least need it the most. – Bo Bennett