I'm a nice person.
We all know that, right?
I mean, I can practically hear you all saying,
"Oh Holly? Why she's a lovely girl! Such a sweet nature."
You're kinda saying that in your head right now, huh?
So this might be a little hard to believe.
Yesterday,
I was an Ass Head to someone.
And
it was someone I didn't know.
I know, right?
It all started with a phone call.
I got totally riled up.
I felt all hot and sweaty.
I just felt like being a huge idiot.
And I yelled at the State Farm Insurance Dude.
He wasn't even my agent.
We'd never met.
And he was asking perfectly reasonable questions
and I wanted to kill him.
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And you know what that guy had the nerve to do?
He got nicer.
And I calmed down.
And then I asked him for a quote.
Home, Boat, and Auto.
And he called me back with an amazing deal.
So much better than what we had.
So what do you think I did?
Come on...you know me by now.
What did I do?
I baked him orange cranberry cookies.
Because that's what I do these days.
I bake cookies.
I bake cookies.
And then I put them in a container
and gave them to him.
And it's all good now.
Holly
xxx-ooo
Holly
xxx-ooo
18 comments:
Cookies can make most things better! I so understand about the hormones. I just wish it was all over, but I'm afraid it's just beginning-ugh:@)
Just noticed what kind of Kitchen Aid mixer you have...very nice. You wanna yell at me? I'll take some cookies!
You know, now that I think about it, you were a little rude to me recently.
I'll send my address so you can apologize appropriately.
Welcome to menopause. It's weird when you freak yourself out, isn't it? When I start thinking that everyone else is an idiot, I just have to wonder if I've turned mean permanently. 99.99% of the time life is great. It's that .01% that gets you in trouble.
Too bad we don't come equipped with some sort of warning siren when it's about to happen.
I can't believe YOU were rude to anyone. But like Bev said I think you might have been rude to me too. I think I might need cookies too. Did you get the email that I loved your hair lady. I look beautiful. hahaha Thanks.
well, if You were rude, he probably deserved it!
but, since you made him cookies,
you are the NICEST rude person in the entire universe.
and i love your holly blevins original artwork. :)
I have State Farm so I can relate but in CA they never call you back with a good deal.
Oh, not to worry. Cookies make everything better. If I had a nickel for every time I went all meno on someone, I would be rich...rich I tell ya!!! The red eyes....they scared me!
My blog roll is NOT updating again!!!!
You look really awesome with red eyes, as long as you don't wear an orange sweater.
Hormones suck.
Cookies good.
(and you're not going to believe it but the WORD VERIFICATION is SUCCO....I'm not joking!)
Love ya......can I have the recipe?
You're the nicest "mean" person I've ever seen. Maybe you should send cookies to all of us just in case in the future sometime you should be mean to any of us. Love it!
HaHa! You bully, you!
You can yell at me if I can have some cookies!
A nice insurance agent? Usually they are cut-throat, insensitive jerks. You were right to keep your guard up. But... the way this turned around... I guess we all have to eat a little humble pie, every now and again. Baking cookies was a nice gesture. Glad you got a good deal on your insurance.
Oh, Holly, I'm tempted to leave you my phone number. :-) Give me a call, yell at me and then send me cookies!
Am perimenopausal myself, which means that I cry easily. I don't (much), but I can pretty much conjure up the ability to burst into tears at any time.
This has not been as much fun as it sounds.
Pearl
The best thing you canlearn fromthis experience is that everything can, and should, be blamed on menopause. Guys don't understand it and will believe everything we tell them about it.
Sounds like you found a nice insurance guy.
Oh Holly, you are a case! Last Spring I had it out on the phone with a woman representing the cut rate phone plan we had. I got irrate, even yelled. We hadn't had service for weeks and we were still getting billed.
I was more than pissed off, I was ENRAGED. It had been a craptacular week.
Next thing I know a nice younger, 30ish man is knocking on my door. He is from the phone company and understands that I am upset with my service.
You know what I did? I will go to my grave ashamed of my actions, I ordered him off my front porch. My sweet welcoming front porch that is lined with comfy rocking chairs. I screamed so loud I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard me.
That wasn't enough though, nope, I had to put the cherry on top. I told him that I would SHOOT HIS SORRY ASS if he didn't leave immediatly!
He left, I pulled myself together, had a good cry, and then called the phone company to appologize.
When I told the Mr. he said the poor guy had probably driven his car off the nearest cliff.
I hang my head in shame :(
I admit to having yelled at someone on the phone who probably did not deserve it. After all it isn't their fault their company policies are stupid. Usually by then end of the call I am apologizing profusely that I took out my frustration on them. I like the cookie idea.
you are the sweetest bestest person I know even when you are all mad and red glowing eyes angry.
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