So I get a call for delivery and I made my typical route through the heavy LA traffic towards the west side. As I pulled up to the client’s house notifying that I was here, he came out and we hashed it out; however, as we were departing he gradually tells me a long but presumable story of how his debit card was broken. At this point I feel wronged. I came all the way from dtla to the west side for a delivery which he clearly did not have, and knew, had the audacity to give me a call.
And I had to call him out on this. That it was disrespectful to do this right in front of my face and how fucked up it was for him to try to pull a fast one. So I told him to not ruin his character because of something so little as this. Next time let me know. And after he continued with his string of excuses apologizing as he left. I told him hey, who am I to judge.
This really reminded me of what’s really important, “if it ain’t worth dying for then it’s not worth living for.”
In the line of business that I do, it is all about appointments. And because I drive quite the distance I expect my clients to be respectful enough to meet me at a place and time. The very nature of this challenges my character and my respect for other peoples time. So here I am making this delivery only to find out I got played.
This pissed me off, at least let me know so I can credit to you or something. I think it was good for me to call him out on it. It is not my job however to make him feel guilty of what he did, nor demand respect from anyone for that matter. At first I did say not to disrespect me but towards the end I told him that he has a good heart and not to ruin his character. LOL (that’s a back hand compliment). I can be fucked up sometimes. But its true and I need to emphasize this when I come into conflict with my character, always to edify others.
Its been a dry and hard season but what you are to me I am barely beginning to find out. Let my heart not grow cold.