During the recession days, one of my jobs was working at a computer shop in Southeast Portland. Malcolm, the guy who owned the shop would fake having seizures in order to get out of difficult conversations. And it actually worked pretty well. If a customer started getting too annoying or overwhelming, he’d start twitching and contorting and the situation would resolve itself; either I’d take over or usually, the customer would go away, embarrassed by proximity.
don't be a faker
don't be a faker
don't be a faker
During the recession days, one of my jobs was working at a computer shop in Southeast Portland. Malcolm, the guy who owned the shop would fake having seizures in order to get out of difficult conversations. And it actually worked pretty well. If a customer started getting too annoying or overwhelming, he’d start twitching and contorting and the situation would resolve itself; either I’d take over or usually, the customer would go away, embarrassed by proximity.