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Yesterday, a regular customer came in. I've talked about this guy before. He is a professional wrestler. He wrestled in the WWF/WWE, and is now in one of those "independent" leagues (TNA).
Now, I am not as big a wrestling fan as I once was, but I remember when he came on the wrestling scene, over 10 years ago.
You know how wrestlers look on television? They look a lot smaller. This guy, in real life, is HUGE. HUGE. He's my height, but about twice as big as me. His calf muscle is bigger than my chest.
Anyway, he and his wife were in today, looking at wallpaper in Home Decor. That department as adjacent to mine. I'm in my department, peddling paint, when I hear "SON OF A BITCH!"
I stop what I'm doing (Luckily, I'm not busy), get out from behind the counter, and look down the aisle. Here comes Mr. Wrestler and wife. Mr. W is FUMING mad.
Me = Me, the paint god
MW = Mr. Wrestler
MWW = Mr. Wrestler's Wife
Me: "Is there a problem?"
MW: "I want to see a manager! That lady doesn't know what she's doing!"
MWW: *calmly* "We're trying to get help in wallpaper, but she don't know anything."
Me: "Ok, let me see if I can help. I know that Martha back there is new to the department, so she's not really up to speed on everything."
MW: *Fists clenching* "I want to see the store manager! We're going someplace else!"
MWW: "Honey, shut up."
MW is now punching his hand with the other one, like he wants to do some bodily harm. So I ask:
Me: "Are you going to hit me? Because that would be something I could tell my grandchildren about. I'd prefer an autograph, but I could handle a battlefield story. Just not my face, please. I got a hot date tonight"
MWW starts laughing. MW looks like
and chuckles.
MW: "Shut up, dude. Can you help us or not?" Said with a much lighter tone now.
Me: "Of course! You practically built your house with our stuff. You're going to get help."
I take them back to Home Decor and show them wallpaper. Martha comes up and apologizes, saying that she is new, and the stuff they were asking her were things she didn't quite now yet. They (MR. W, actually) apologizes to her. Then the veteran of HD comes back from her break, and she helps as well. The wrestling couple now has 3 people helping them pick out wallpaper.
They left very happy.
Okay, now.. you may be thinking that Mr. W is an SC. Nope. Maybe a bad day or something. Every time he has been in, he has been the nicest, sweetest guy you could ever meet. Always helpful, always respectful, always joking around (in a good way). I've talked to him many, many times, and we're on a first name basis (He bought lots of paint. And he wouldn't let me call him Mr. Reallastname). I've never bothered him about his career, or hounded him for an autograph (but I wouldn't mind one), just treated him like a normal person.
But could you imagine the story that would be?
"Well, kids, back in 2007, I was hit by Mr. W because he couldn't get help at the wallpaper desk."
"Grandpa, who is Mr. W?" Heh
Now, I am not as big a wrestling fan as I once was, but I remember when he came on the wrestling scene, over 10 years ago.
You know how wrestlers look on television? They look a lot smaller. This guy, in real life, is HUGE. HUGE. He's my height, but about twice as big as me. His calf muscle is bigger than my chest.
Anyway, he and his wife were in today, looking at wallpaper in Home Decor. That department as adjacent to mine. I'm in my department, peddling paint, when I hear "SON OF A BITCH!"
I stop what I'm doing (Luckily, I'm not busy), get out from behind the counter, and look down the aisle. Here comes Mr. Wrestler and wife. Mr. W is FUMING mad.
Me = Me, the paint god
MW = Mr. Wrestler
MWW = Mr. Wrestler's Wife
Me: "Is there a problem?"
MW: "I want to see a manager! That lady doesn't know what she's doing!"
MWW: *calmly* "We're trying to get help in wallpaper, but she don't know anything."
Me: "Ok, let me see if I can help. I know that Martha back there is new to the department, so she's not really up to speed on everything."
MW: *Fists clenching* "I want to see the store manager! We're going someplace else!"
MWW: "Honey, shut up."
MW is now punching his hand with the other one, like he wants to do some bodily harm. So I ask:
Me: "Are you going to hit me? Because that would be something I could tell my grandchildren about. I'd prefer an autograph, but I could handle a battlefield story. Just not my face, please. I got a hot date tonight"
MWW starts laughing. MW looks like
and chuckles. MW: "Shut up, dude. Can you help us or not?" Said with a much lighter tone now.
Me: "Of course! You practically built your house with our stuff. You're going to get help."
I take them back to Home Decor and show them wallpaper. Martha comes up and apologizes, saying that she is new, and the stuff they were asking her were things she didn't quite now yet. They (MR. W, actually) apologizes to her. Then the veteran of HD comes back from her break, and she helps as well. The wrestling couple now has 3 people helping them pick out wallpaper.
They left very happy.
Okay, now.. you may be thinking that Mr. W is an SC. Nope. Maybe a bad day or something. Every time he has been in, he has been the nicest, sweetest guy you could ever meet. Always helpful, always respectful, always joking around (in a good way). I've talked to him many, many times, and we're on a first name basis (He bought lots of paint. And he wouldn't let me call him Mr. Reallastname). I've never bothered him about his career, or hounded him for an autograph (but I wouldn't mind one), just treated him like a normal person.
But could you imagine the story that would be?
"Well, kids, back in 2007, I was hit by Mr. W because he couldn't get help at the wallpaper desk."
"Grandpa, who is Mr. W?" Heh
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