last night's shift was so ridiculous a short dialogue format is just not going to cut it. these "people" deserve more.
First Customer:
He is a older English fellow, very well groomed, looking a little unsatisfied with the previous help he's been offered. I ask him what I can do to help.
customer: well, these employees won't let me buy these pants. I am not impressed with the service. I put these pants on, I would just like to pay for them and leave, I've never had a problem before.
turns out this idiot is wearing a pair of jeans with a fucking plastic security tag on the ass and refuses to take off the pants. And then wouldn't understand why I couldn't sell them to him .
me: If I sell them to you without you taking them off first, you are going to beep in every store in the the city.
customer: why will you refuse to let me purchase these? You are refusing me.
scenario number 2
A normal enough looking middle aged pot bellied dude walks up to me with a plastic liquor store bag filled with what seems to be, well, liquor.
customer: excuse me, the girl downstairs (what girl downstairs?) said i could drink one of my beers while i shop around
me: are you sure she worked here?
customer: uh yeah. she had the same outfit you had on
me: really? well you can't drink beer in the store. obviously.
customer: but the girl downstairs said i could
me: well laws say you can't
customer: hey i just asked her and she said it was ok
me: well then you shouldn't of asked ME. Its NOT ok.
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