Today started off a little rough. Before I’d even finished my first cup of coffee, I had to deal with a less than desirable customer on the phone.
“Hello this is ___ fabric store. How may I help you?”
“I have a few questions about the classes you offer. Are YOU the person I should speak with?” inquired the woman on the other end.
“”Sure. What can I help you with?”
“Well, I want to know if you can take the ‘Beaded Christmas Gifts’ class if you don’t celebrate Christmas?”
“Excuse me? ” I was caught off guard.
“Well, don’t you think it’s so sad that our world has come to this? What if I don’t celebrate Christmas? Don’t you think it’s so sad?” She really wanted an answer from me.
I paused because I was in shock. Really? Was this lady for real?
“Ummm… Yes you can take the class,” I respond in hesitation. It was as if I was suddenly questioning myself and my knowledge as a “facilitator” of all things crafty.
“Well then WHY is it called a Christmas class?” she posed. “Why not holiday then? Can’t we say it’s a holiday class?”
“Well, yes I suppose we could have called it that. To be honest, one of the projects is a beaded ornament that would specifically go on a Christmas tree.”
“What does that have to do with it? Couldn’t it just be a decorative ornament I could hang around my house? It doesn’t have to go on a tree does it?”
“No I suppose it doesn’t.”
“Well I really just think it is so sad that our world has come to this. Don’t you? What if my children and I want to take the class and we don’t believe in Christmas, huh? ”
At this point I was fairly confident that she would NOT be signing up any of her family members for this class.
“Well, to be honest, it’s not really a class for kids.”
“What do you mean it’s not for kids?”
Oh boy. I sighed. “The techniques taught in that particular class aren’t geared toward kids.”
“Well what age are we talking about here? Define yourself!” she demanded.
I obliged with a cordial response. “Ok- I suppose I wouldn’t sign up a person that was under the age of….fourteen? It really just depends on the skill level of the individual. I can check with the teacher about that. ”
“Well it’s clear we have very different definitions of a ‘child.’ A fourteen-year old is still a child in MY eyes!”
At that point, the other phone line started ringing. I told her I didn’t appreciate her calling and harassing me and that I would no longer put up with it and hung up.
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Diary, don’t you think it’s so sad when you simply try to offer a creative outlet to members of your community and someone like that has to rain on your parade?