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I'm really more in awe than annoyed at this, and possibly conflicted as to what I as a "sales associate" or whatever should have done.
This happened a few weeks ago. I just never got around to posting it. I'm in Seasonal, about to head back to Hardware to the key desk, when I hear "Hello?! Is anyone making keys?!?!?!11! ELEVENTY!!! ELEVENTYYYY!!!!"
I don't want to have her yell at anyone else, (I am under the astute false belief that I have strength of will to not break down and tear out peoples' jugulars with my teeth. :-3 ) so I run to the desk.
Me, Her, (My Thoughts).
Hello hon, how are you? ^_^
It's about time! Why do you people make people like me wait so long?!
(As if you had to guess.
)
I was helping someone who needed my help across the store. What can I do for you? ^^
Well you should be helping me. I need help. (I'll bet you do. O.o ) I need these keys made.
Sure, *Looks at keys* How many each?
That's what I said, weren't you listening?
(I died a little right there...)
... ... Okay, one each it is. ( )
So I make her her keys while she blabbers on and on about how long she had to wait.
*Spinning around to face her* Aaaand we are done. Thank you for your patience, m'lady! *Presents keys and matches them up*
Well, I guess we'll see if they'll actually work when I get home.
(* Finding it suddenly difficult to resist wondering how far she would fly if I kicked her out the door *)
Oh don't worry hon, they're very easy keys to make.
Then we'll see if I come back, now won't I? *Snide expression*
... ... Right. Anything else you're looking for today? (*So you can get the @%!^ out of my hair and back into the sewers...*)
Just these.
By "Just these," she meant the little key toppers (The half-circle ones with the hole for the keychain, not those square'ish ones.) we had next to the desk. I get out my paper baggie to write the SKU of them down, and watch her take a bunch in her hand, and drop two of them on the desk in front of me.
And how many are you getting, please?
*Grunts* These!!! Eleventy.
... ... and I'm just very actively leaning side to side, headtilting, to see the extremely obvious bit of plastic that's exposed in her closed fist as she holds it poised above her purse, putting her original keys in, and stuffs the extras that she's plainly holding / hiding into the purse with the keys, while I put the two she set out on the desk in the envelope.
I swear, she couldn't miss me looking at the ones she'd palmed. It was plain as day.
She walked away with a snide "Thank you, ..." and the most wry, sneaky smile on her face.
Luckily, Karma seems to be floating around me a lot lately with an absurd level of accuracy, so it'll be interesting to see her in the store again.
This happened a few weeks ago. I just never got around to posting it. I'm in Seasonal, about to head back to Hardware to the key desk, when I hear "Hello?! Is anyone making keys?!?!?!11! ELEVENTY!!! ELEVENTYYYY!!!!"
I don't want to have her yell at anyone else, (I am under the astute false belief that I have strength of will to not break down and tear out peoples' jugulars with my teeth. :-3 ) so I run to the desk.
Me, Her, (My Thoughts).
Hello hon, how are you? ^_^
It's about time! Why do you people make people like me wait so long?!
(As if you had to guess.
) I was helping someone who needed my help across the store. What can I do for you? ^^
Well you should be helping me. I need help. (I'll bet you do. O.o ) I need these keys made.
Sure, *Looks at keys* How many each?
That's what I said, weren't you listening?
(I died a little right there...)
... ... Okay, one each it is. (
) So I make her her keys while she blabbers on and on about how long she had to wait.
*Spinning around to face her* Aaaand we are done. Thank you for your patience, m'lady! *Presents keys and matches them up*
Well, I guess we'll see if they'll actually work when I get home.
(* Finding it suddenly difficult to resist wondering how far she would fly if I kicked her out the door *)
Oh don't worry hon, they're very easy keys to make.
Then we'll see if I come back, now won't I? *Snide expression*
... ... Right. Anything else you're looking for today? (*So you can get the @%!^ out of my hair and back into the sewers...*)
Just these.
By "Just these," she meant the little key toppers (The half-circle ones with the hole for the keychain, not those square'ish ones.) we had next to the desk. I get out my paper baggie to write the SKU of them down, and watch her take a bunch in her hand, and drop two of them on the desk in front of me.
And how many are you getting, please?
*Grunts* These!!! Eleventy.
... ... and I'm just very actively leaning side to side, headtilting, to see the extremely obvious bit of plastic that's exposed in her closed fist as she holds it poised above her purse, putting her original keys in, and stuffs the extras that she's plainly holding / hiding into the purse with the keys, while I put the two she set out on the desk in the envelope.
I swear, she couldn't miss me looking at the ones she'd palmed. It was plain as day.
She walked away with a snide "Thank you, ..." and the most wry, sneaky smile on her face.
Luckily, Karma seems to be floating around me a lot lately with an absurd level of accuracy, so it'll be interesting to see her in the store again.
That's amazing.
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