so a lady comes into the store today with her 4 kids. we have a sign out front that says "20-50% off everything in the store!"
she asks me "how do i know what percent is off something if it isn't marked?"
i say "is there something specific that you were wondering about? i can let you know."
"yes, the rings."
"the rings are priced as marked."
"they're not anything OFF that? but the sign says EVERYTHING in the store 20-50% off."
"i'm sorry, i didn't make the sign."
she looks at me, dumbfounded, and then she says "is there a manager here?! THAT'S FALSE ADVERTISING."
"no, the manager isn't here. but you can leave a message for her if you would like."
"yes, ACTUALLY. i WOULD like to leave a message."
she was IRATE.
in the corner of the store her little boy poked his sister in the side. she snapped "if you touch me i'm going to HIT you!" the lady yelled "SHUT UP!"
oh my god woman! i make 5.50 an hour. i don't give a crap about you, or your 4 bitch-in-training kids, or a cardboard sign, or some cheap ass rings. is your life so meaningless that you have to get off on yelling at store clerks about rings that are 4.99?! she left a seething message, with capital letters for emphasis and her phone number for my boss. (608-256-7721 and i think the handwriting says "joli". shhhh, you don't know anything about this.) it was obviously urgent that my boss call her and tell her why those rings were 4.99 instead of 2 dollars and 49.5 cents.
christ. suck it up. take a deep breath, and just MOVE ON.
instances like this make me appreciate my other job so much. one of the first things my boss told me when she trained me was "don't let anyone give you any shit. if someone's pissing you off, kick them out. we keep a billy club behind the counter right here."
she asks me "how do i know what percent is off something if it isn't marked?"
i say "is there something specific that you were wondering about? i can let you know."
"yes, the rings."
"the rings are priced as marked."
"they're not anything OFF that? but the sign says EVERYTHING in the store 20-50% off."
"i'm sorry, i didn't make the sign."
she looks at me, dumbfounded, and then she says "is there a manager here?! THAT'S FALSE ADVERTISING."
"no, the manager isn't here. but you can leave a message for her if you would like."
"yes, ACTUALLY. i WOULD like to leave a message."
she was IRATE.
in the corner of the store her little boy poked his sister in the side. she snapped "if you touch me i'm going to HIT you!" the lady yelled "SHUT UP!"
oh my god woman! i make 5.50 an hour. i don't give a crap about you, or your 4 bitch-in-training kids, or a cardboard sign, or some cheap ass rings. is your life so meaningless that you have to get off on yelling at store clerks about rings that are 4.99?! she left a seething message, with capital letters for emphasis and her phone number for my boss. (608-256-7721 and i think the handwriting says "joli". shhhh, you don't know anything about this.) it was obviously urgent that my boss call her and tell her why those rings were 4.99 instead of 2 dollars and 49.5 cents.
christ. suck it up. take a deep breath, and just MOVE ON.
instances like this make me appreciate my other job so much. one of the first things my boss told me when she trained me was "don't let anyone give you any shit. if someone's pissing you off, kick them out. we keep a billy club behind the counter right here."
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coyoteloco:
In the course of my (thankfully brief) stint in retail I came to the conclusion that at least 1% of the population is completely crazy. The worst thing about those people is that they sour your own attitide, so the next person in line gets a crabby clerk they don't deserve.
frankie18:
god i hate people like that. i seriously have no tolerance in dealing with stupid bitchy people. yesterday at taco bell this fat bitchy lady was hasseling the poor cute taco bell worker. she ordered a ton of stuff and like 10 tacos, one which was a taco supreme for herself. after picking through every taco she became enraged when there wasnt enough sour cream in her taco. she yelled at the taco bell girl saying that the picture clearly showed the sour cream going all the way across the taco and she wanted hers to look like that. i tapped her on the shoulder and asked her if she knew that adding sour cream to your taco makes it 4 times more fattening. then i said that i didnt think she really needed the extra sour cream. she got mad and left. if i ever worked fast food or retail id last 2 days then promptly kill all the customers.