be good of heart.

“I want to see the owner,” I said, once the senior manager arrived.

The senior manager was obviously a bit angry.  She had just driven all across town to meet with me and now I was asking for her boss. 

“Fine,” she scoffed, wanting to get rid of me.

She left to make the call.  Yeah, some guy wants to see you out here and is refusing to talk to us…

So I take a seat in their break room to wait and even microwave myself some popcorn I spy on a shelf.  Pouring my popcorn into someone’s coffee cup, I sit down to eat my snack.  About an hour later the owner shows up.  He’s all sweaty and confused, thinking there’s some huge issue like the place burnt down or I’m suing them.

Coming over to me, he reaches over my popcorn coffee cup and shakes my hand while I’m still sitting there, trying to get a kernel out of my teeth.

“Uh, what can I help you with?” he says, weakly, afraid of me.