Women's Conference

Every year BYU hosts a conference for all the LDS ladies around the world. Which is wonderful and such but it means that once a year for about 3 days campus is filled with an abundance of middle aged to elderly women. They are literally everywhere. They fill the Wilk at lunch time. And the swarm the Creamery late at night. And they all want brownies and ice cream and apples oddly enough. So Thursday I worked from 4 to close, which is 7 hours and it really wasn't that busy for the majority of the shift. And only one catty lady that I had to deal with. She misread the king size milky way label and was under the impression that it was 89 cents (which is ridiculous by the way, candy bars haven't been that cheap since the stone ages) Well when she found out that the candy bar was not that much, she decided that she didn't want it and shoved it back to me, rather rudely, while I was still in the process of giving her change. It threw me off for a second but then I put her change back and called the manager up to the front, since they are the only ones who can authorize exchanges. She just looked and me and then asked why she couldn't just have her ten back. I told her that I had to do the exchange first and needed a manager. She then gave me and indignant look and said "Do I really have to sit her and wait?" I really just wanted to tell her yes, yes you do just have to sit there and wait. But I didn't. Instead I just looked at her for a second and reluctantly gave her back her money and did the exchange later. So as rude as she was, I would like to acknowledge the fact that I am amazed that there weren't more rude women like that. So kudos ladies of Women's Conference 2010, the majority of you were not crotchety and unpleasant. This and my previous experiences with those who might be considered "elderly" have brought me to this conclusion: Old people are either really nice, or really mean. There isn't a middle ground really. They can either say something that is just so kind and tender and just make your day, or they can grouch at you and make you do unnecessary tasks for them. So for me, when it comes to the elderly, there isn't a whole lot of gray area. I either like em or they annoy me with their un-zest for life. Also around this time something happened that made me laugh. This 12 or so year old boy came in with his mother or grandmother or something and when asked about how he liked are sherbet he loudly went on about how he liked it so much and how since he, and he only, told the Creamery that he liked it so much and kept on requesting that is be made again, brought it back because of his insisting. He was very very proud of the obvious hold he had on all of us there. It made me laugh because it is a perfect example of how even the young seem to feel that we are there to wait on them hand and foot, and heed their every desire. I was just laughing as he left the store, still boasting of his persuasive prowess. Well that is it for tonight, until next time (which I promise will not be as long as it was last time).