Outstanding

Today at work a small man who was obviously violent and deranged came in looking for pancake mix. Instead of just pointing to it I took him to it. He kept putting his face as close as he could to mine and saying, “do you know what I mean?” Really fast. Normally some aggressive midget all in my face saying, “doyouknowwhatImean?” Over and over again would have ruined my day. Not today I smiled and nodded along. And It was fine. I told him pancake mix is a waste of money really, pancake batter is the easiest thing in the world to make but he just said, “aye, you know what I mean though? You know what I mean? You know what I mean?” I did know what he meant. Pancake mix is easier, isn’t it?