Some weeks you should just stay in bed and the world be dammed....
Lady comes into our Florist and says
"I see your sign says you are closed on Sunday, it that true?"..
"Yes indeed" I replied "We are open 6 days a week and we do not
open on Sunday unless it is for a funeral emergency are you going
to need our services for a funeral this Sunday?"
"No" she said "One of my best girl friends birthday is Sunday and I want
to send her a birthday bouquet of exotic flowers that have fragrance
and aroma".
After biting my lip.............
I told her I would be happy to deliver something Saturday or Monday and we could make it to her specifications...
"Well that is not acceptable"........."Her birthday is Sunday and I want the flowers delivered Sunday"
After biting my other lip I explained that all the florist in this area are closed on Sunday and that I was very sorry but I would not be able to assist her and I recommended several other local florist I knew would not help her also, but was trying to get some satisfaction in the fact that she would waist her time either
going to or calling and getting madder and madder........
She left in a huff and I was polite the entire time....but in case you are the lady, and in case your on blogstream...may I say......KISS MY ASS.......Thank you very much...... 
Then....yesterday...94 degrees...my heat pump decided not to cool anymore......It's a TRANE....remember you can't stop a TRANE....Bullshit...they stop..............
$174.68 for emergency Sunday service to replace some bad wiring in the unstoppable TRANE..........ALL ABORD......
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Perhaps you should have delayed the service call to TRANE until Monday.
I'll bet that charge really heated you up - well beyond 94 degrees.
Who can explain why folks insist on unreasonable service? You all need to have a Sunday delivery fee. Tack on an extra $100.
Sherry
I am the only one on duty on the overnight shift... as is the case in nearly every other hotel in the area (only one employee).
I returned from the bathroom to find 3 people waiting for me. Two of which were completely sane, kind folks. And then there was HIM. The man proceeded to DEMAND to know where I was and what I was doing while the phone rang "35 times." This, by the way, is not possible A)with our phone system and B)because I was away less than 3 minutes. When I answered that I was in the bathroom he told me that was unacceptable!
*Sigh*
One of these days Im just going to hand the keys over and tell the moron of the hour that if they can do any better be MY guest! (pun intended)