Annoying Customer Profiles Part 2

The follow up to the first blog, detailing annoying things that I encounter in retail.

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The Time and Its Hands

I cannot STAND being late. For anything. I absolutely hate the stress that it causes, the consequences of arriving late and the blemish it leaves on ones’ reputation. It seems like I am the only one of my peers and acquaintances that places value on punctuality. I do not understand how it is acceptable to be tardy in personal interactions. When someone has a job interview, they typically show up 5-10 minutes early. So why can’t that same courtesy be extended when we have a movie date? Or when a few people are meeting up at a club or for dinner?


What really grinds my gears about tardy people is the burden it places on me, because let me tell you-I am always in a constant state of preparation for an event, whether it’s big or small. When I make a plan, I intend to execute it in a timely manner and a lot goes making that happen! For example, if I decide to go to lunch with a friend and we set our meeting time for 2:00pm, then I am going to get out of bed AT LEAST by noon to allow time to get dressed, do small chores around the house, incidentals (stopping  for gas, getting money off of my debit card, traffic, etc). So, theoretically, I would be parked in front of the diner by 1:50pm at the latest.  Punctuality.  Respect.

I try to do my VERY BEST to never show up more than 5 minutes late for anything. I have a perfect record at work due to my attention to the clock and I pride myself on it.


Life is unpredictable enough, so nothing is more annoying than being unprepared and lagging for no reason at all. I understand that sometimes you are late. Sometimes it IS unavoidable or someone ELSE is the reason that you’re slowed down. But not every single time! It stresses me out to notice the lackadaisical attitudes about timeliness, “oh bro, calm down, I’m right around the corner!!! damn! relax!”

I like to employ the 3 Strikes Your Out Rule for all of my social and/or romantic engagements. Show up for the movie late (aw, it’s alright…), come to my house an hour after the original set time (you know, you could try and be a little more punctual), leave me hanging (basically stand me up) for more than an hour (NOPE, you’re done). I hate to be this way, but I despise even more, breaking my neck to try and make a plan come together, just for the other person to drop the ball and arrive tardy.

Usually when someone is late, the entire plan has to be rearranged, for example, the movie plan for 2:00pm ends up being a movie plan for 5:00pm and look! We’ve missed matinee prices, which causes an extra inconvenience that could have been avoided.


It’s irritating. I’m a Type-A personality sometimes and that is why YouTube and Netflix are such great friends, because people are notoriously unreliable.  It bothers me to no end, watching so-and-so pull up in my driveway, 30 minutes AFTER happy hour just ended, profusely apologizing and whatnot. Come on dude, get a watch.

A Not-So Friendly Review: Arriba's Mexican Grill- Dos

Margaritas cups from Arribas Mexican Grill

Date night! Yay! And where do you think we end up…I mean, I am a believer in second chances. The words “Arriba’s Mexican Grill” loomed at me in bright red lettering dare I say, ominously?  Maybe it was just my … Continue reading

Just a friendly review: Arriba's Mexican Grill

I was already fucking grumpy. I had not eaten since I was released from my 5 hour shift at my job and let me tell you: I was ready to take prisoners. After about…2 hours of driving, discussing and finagling; I finally convinced my mother to take me to Arriba’s Mexican Grill on Bell Road, in Phoenix. The place was packed of course because it was Friday and the time read 5:45 pm; apparently everyone in the valley had the same idea as to how to start the weekend.

 I was ready to start it off with a few 99 cent margaritas, so I waltzed in the place and found my mother and I, a bar seat because a booth would take 20 minutes and I did not have 20 minutes of patience.

Perched at the bar-seat, our lovey waitress with her drawn on eyebrows and black, gel-set curls, brought me two salty, wonderful margaritas and a cute virgin margarita for mi madre. She had to drive. In the middle of my second sip, mother decided to leave me to go shopping on the avenue and promised to return within the hour. I have to admit that I was slightly disgruntled but I managed to make my way to the bar which teemed with 30-somethings watching a basketball game on the two separate television sets.

I ordered a beef chimichanga with beans and rice, while I continued to pound 99 cent margaritas. Let me tell you, it does not take very many to get you to where you want to be. After drink #5 and a few bites of my food, I was already over the moon and struggling to keep my composure.

That is about when I started concentrating on eating my $11.00 dollar meal and also drinking water because, come on…who wants to get sick?  I began eating this massive and delicious looking burrito, but came to find it tasted like unseasoned ground beef and ass. I pushed it aside and relied on water and margaritas to sustain me, until my mom appeared at my side an hour later.


I was speaking clearly and my vision was still favorable, so she suggested I keep drinking, ya know, to get my money’s worth. Who doesn’t like a challenge?  I ordered one last margarita (#7 at this point) and a beer (Corona) just for kicks.

 Meanwhile as I consumed my liquor, my mother attempted to eat my leftover food, which consisted of damn-near the entire plate. But after a few tentative bites and half-attempts at actually eating the burrito, she tossed in the white flag. I was gagging the entire time just watching her try to eat the food. She looked up at me with doe-like eyes and said, “this food is not good”.

I laughed, gagged and then reluctantly signed the check. We left the place without taking the mystery meal with us. I consider it a lesson learned. The only reason to go to Arriba’s and pay $20 dollars would be to drink 20 margaritas…which is not possible because they make those babies STRONG…so my advice is: dine beforehand  (and stick to the complementary chips and dip if you must eat) and focus on just the alcohol-your wallet and stomach will appreciate it.