I work for a flooring company and it's my job to check the finished floor once fitted. I enjoy my job and it's a nice chance for me to give good customer service -- there's always room for improvement and better opportunities to stretch the company's boundaries. On this particular day, I had a 4-hour long drive ahead of me to a customer's house. It was quite a way and I didn't relish sitting in my car for that long. With no other appointments though, I thought I might as well make the day an enjoyable one for myself too and perhaps stop off along the way. The motorway was jam-packed and there was no chance of pulling off at my planned service break (for a quick personal service) so I was really pissed at that. I kept eyeing the other drivers moving slowly in the other lanes, imagining the ladies playing with themselves to beat the boredom, and the men with their cocks out -- if I caught their eye I would play with my hair and suck my finger, thinking the dirtiest things in my mind! Well, I had to liven up the journey somehow! All in all, I just couldn't wait to get this appointment over and done with and then perhaps have the chance to take that service stop on the return journey.
I finally arrived, rang the doorbell and tapped my fingers on the door panel in irritable anticipation. Not surprisingly, the guy that answered the door probably judged that I clearly had a job to do and wanted to get it done with as quickly as possible. After a mumbled greeting and a very brief explanation as to who I was along with a narration of the regulatory company info, I ushered myself through his apartment to locate the bathroom. I took out my paperwork and did the usual check sheets when he said that he was really concerned on how the floor would hold up, to getting quite wet on a regular basis. After a moments consideration, I decided that he really was a nice guy and I realised that I should probably put more effort into the appointment, especially after he was still being so polite to my very noticeable rudeness.