Coworker dumass attack (true story)

A client had a lot of anxiety about being picked up from occupational therapy today. His concern is a legitimate one. My boss forgot him Friday (and that isn't the dumass part). After two hours of him harping and reminding her:

 

BOSS: I know I need to pick you up. You have told me a bazillion times.

 

CLIENT: You fforgot me on Friday, and I had reminded you.

 

BOSS: I WON'T FORGET YOU. (INAPPROPRIATELY YELLING, SHE'S A BITCH AND VERY UNPROFESSIONAL ABOUT HER JOB)

 

CLIENT: Maybe you should type it into your phone so it will remind. I was late for dinner and I don't like to be late for dinner. It was pizza, and it was cold. I don't like...

 

BOSS: (here's the idiot part) What do Ya think I am, RETARDED? (yep, she said it to a person diagnosed with developemental disabilities)

 

CLIENT: Maybe you are, but I am retarded, and I wouldn't forget.

 

There it is, DUMBASS COWORKER OF THE DAY. I loved his response though. The whole scene was just great. She is a big woman, he is no taller than 3 and a half feet, and 80 pounds tops.