Dear 7-Eleven Gas Station Attendent,
You might not remember me. Earlier this evening, I came into your fine establishment to purchase a drink. After much debate, I settled on a Big Gulp, realizing I was far too thirsty for a single Gulp, but definitely not thirsty enough for a Double Gulp.
As I walked towards the cash register, you were kind enough to acknowledge my presence. I think everyone agrees that is good customer service. I would have been very annoyed if you had ignored me and pretended to read the warning label off a can of chewing tobacco while I waited to pay. I applaud your effort. The way you performed this customer service, though, was a bit off-putting.
“You ready to go, Chief?”
Now at first, I assumed this was an isolated incident. I was ready to ignore it, give you my money, take my moderately sized drink and be on my way. I walked up to the cash register.
“Anything else you want, Chief?”
Now I was getting confused. I had never been called “Chief” in my life, so hearing this twice inside of a minute was something I was very unfamiliar with. I’ll admit I was very taken aback. Still, I managed to get my money out and pay you.
“Have a good night, Chief.”
I walked out the door, completely perplexed. Why did you insist on calling me “Chief?” What there something incredibly chiefly of me?
That’s when it occurred to me. It must have been my fault.
I want to apologize to you, good sir. It seems that at some point throughout our two-minute long relationship, I had given you the impression that I was the chief of something. Let me just clear things up for you.
I am not a chief. I am not a Chief Petty Officer, a Chief of police, a fire chief, an editor-in-chief, or a tribal chief. I am in no way a chief nor do I expect to become the chief of anything anytime soon. In short, your nickname was incredibly inaccurate.
While I have your attention, let’s narrow down the list of acceptable nicknames. I am not a sport, your pal, your buddy. We are not amigos or compadres.
Actually, now that I think about it, I’m not too crazy about any nickname. Not that I expect you to know my real name. That would be unreasonable of me. Maybe you should just skip addressing me altogether. Just ask me if I’m ready to check out and skip the pleasantries.
If you absolute must call me by some nickname, though, I would prefer “Mayhem,” “Killer,” or “Tipo Duro Loco.” You know, anything that makes me feel incredibly tough and manly. Either that, or “Silk.”
You know, because I’m super smooth, not because I’m made by worms. I’m sure you get it.
Love,
Nathan
You tell em..Chief. oops…Silk..whatever 😉
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Silk! That’s what I’m talking about.
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Ok hun..I gotcha…Silky.. Silk the Silkenator…
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You are so sweet Nathan. Do you write love notes to all the people who annoy you?
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I do. You know how they say “you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?” Well, you catch even more with love notes.
And yes I am sweet. I should, however, add “sweetie,” “honey,” “hon,” and “dear” to my list of nicknames that are unacceptable.
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Whatever you say Sweetie.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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Oh, sorry hon…I didn’t mean to upset you babe. You know that you will always be a Slacker to me, sugar.
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Out of respect, I just wanted to let you know that I was talking about you in the comments on my latest blog post. Nothing bad of course, I would never…
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Oh. Well fantastic.
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You are still getting visitors from your blog roll right? I made sure they all knew that you missed them. I’m sweet like that too.
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I’m sure I am. I need to spend a bit of time with my blog roll and get it up to date. I’m sure I will at some point.
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Do you want me to do it for you? I can find some people that would be fun for your blog roll…oh, you know what? I just remembered that you aren’t that into commenting. This is what I do. Comment back and forth. Don’t ever feel like you have to reply to any of these, and if you want me to stop, just let me know and I will slow down a little. Lizzie and I had over 70 comments to eachother this morning on my blog. On one post. We are insomniacs though. Ok, I’ll leave you alone and go read your post now. Then I’ll probably comment over there.
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If you had to choose between two names to be called for the rest of your life, would you choose “Chief” or “Boss”?
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That is an excellent question. I would say Boss because the “CH” sound is far less pleasant than the “B.”
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Made me smile 🙂 Thanks for that 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Perhaps this is the start of a new trend. Diner waitresses will now start calling customers chief instead of “hon”. Frankly, I somehow find this to be worse. Expect to see this on You Tube in the next 20 minutes. “Chief gone viral.”
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I don’t know if I can handle being called Chief again. I might just lose it.
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I think you better start getting used to it, Chief 😉
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I agree with you, it is strange that some people can be so familiar with others. I often want to answer back saying “im not your buddy”
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You should try that and let me know how it goes. I feel like I have one of those faces that would make people want to punch me if I tried to pull that.
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Nice post, Chief
You made me laugh 😀
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I was trying to make you laugh. Anyone else who laughed is just catching some left over humor that was directed at you.
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I knew it! You rock!
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How about “schlong”? 🙂 Okay tweeting this now …
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I’m not sure how that would work as a nickname. It would probably keep people from talking to me…
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Your true peeps would stick by you whatever your nickname is 🙂
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Lets get back to silk, because you’re so smooooth. Yeah baby….
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I call almost everyone I know “hun” at some point in our relationship. But I mean it well.
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Leave my blog immediately.
(Hahaha. What a joker I am.)
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*ducks head and walks away
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Can’t. Stop. Laughing!!! 🙂
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Nice one hun, as in Attila, the. Attila the pun. Was he a chief? No he was a hun I guess. But he was certainly not silk. like you.
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Excellent. People can call me hun as long as they mean the group of nomadic people.
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I’m not sure if my comments are going through 😦
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They are.
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I’ll try once more, at the risk of looking like a fool to comment:
Nice one hun, as in Attila, the. Attila the pun. He was a chief right? No I guess he was a hun. But he certainly wasn’t silk. Like you.
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That was a good risk to take. I applaud your bravery. I will not taunt you, for to do so would be dishonoring the bravery you have shown.
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