I'm sorry, there's really no other place to put this and I'm really need to get it off my chest. I am tired of the people who work at big name stores following me around when I'm shopping by myself. I admit, I do mischevious things like go to the children's toy section and set off all the nice lil lights and sounds, but not all the time. I don't steal or try to rip off anyone but paying for something, destroying it and trying to take it back, saying it was damaged when I bought it. I'm not like that. I work with SC's all the time and know better. Plus, my mom didn't raise me like that.
I especially hate it when I confront them about it and they flat out lie to me.
E-employee
Me
Me: Sir, I'm sorry, but you're making me uncomfortable. Please, stop following me.
E:I'm not following you, I'm checking prices for someone in the line.
Me: In the same exact ailse I'm in 6 straight aisles in a row?
E:Yes.
Me:Since I got here, 15 minutes ago?
E:Well I.....uh
Me:Exactly. Stop following me. Now.
Then, they think they're smart by sending someone different to trail me.I get fed up and walk out, without buying anything.
Or when I'm at the check out counter. The total will have some odd ball change that I actually have. I will attempt to extract this change from my pocket when the clerk says, "I havne't got all day, you know! There are other customers waiting."
I look behind me, empty line. I look at the other lines, all closed. What? Are you crazy? What drugs are you on lady? She looked a little shady to me any way, with WAY too much make-up and smoke on her breath. I think you do have at least 5 seconds for me to get that penny out of my pocket, but if you insist, I had her a 10 and a handful of change.
Clerk:What do you want me to do with this.
Me:Well, since you're so impetiant (sp?) you can have what's there and count out the change for me *smiles big*
She grumbles, counts the change (off by one penny that had in my frickin hand!!!) and gives me my other change back. Oh, no "have a nice day?" Thank you and I certainly won't come again.
Or the clerks who think I can't do math because I am sixteen. I work at a resturant where we have to hand write bills and add it all together with tax and I can't figure out a simple percentage? Hmm....let's think on that one for a bit. NO I didn't pass algebra 1 or geometry. Im not in highschool, Im in kindergarten apperently, alright, I'll level with you. NOt! GRRR!!! I'll be in line, looking at the prices of my books or cds and will mentally adding them up until i get to the line. I have memorized the tax prices for the state of ohio and made sure that my stuff was or wasn't on sale. she adds them up and.....does not come out right. it's like, 10 bucks off.
Me:Uh, are you sure that's right?
Cl:Wha'ya mean?
Me:That's 10 more than what I added it up to be.
Cl:Well, maybe you just can't do math.
What?! Me: *takes out cell phone, types numbers (plus tax) into calculator.* Well, apparently you can't either. *shows her results.* My two books are on sale, or didn't you know that?
She mutters some choice words and fixes the tab. A lady behind complaimented me on my great math skills saying how they always try to rip you off here(they don't have scaners, they do everything by hand) and I never went there again.
Sorry, long, but I feel better now.
I especially hate it when I confront them about it and they flat out lie to me.
E-employee
Me
Me: Sir, I'm sorry, but you're making me uncomfortable. Please, stop following me.
E:I'm not following you, I'm checking prices for someone in the line.
Me: In the same exact ailse I'm in 6 straight aisles in a row?
E:Yes.
Me:Since I got here, 15 minutes ago?
E:Well I.....uh
Me:Exactly. Stop following me. Now.
Then, they think they're smart by sending someone different to trail me.I get fed up and walk out, without buying anything.
Or when I'm at the check out counter. The total will have some odd ball change that I actually have. I will attempt to extract this change from my pocket when the clerk says, "I havne't got all day, you know! There are other customers waiting."
I look behind me, empty line. I look at the other lines, all closed. What? Are you crazy? What drugs are you on lady? She looked a little shady to me any way, with WAY too much make-up and smoke on her breath. I think you do have at least 5 seconds for me to get that penny out of my pocket, but if you insist, I had her a 10 and a handful of change.
Clerk:What do you want me to do with this.
Me:Well, since you're so impetiant (sp?) you can have what's there and count out the change for me *smiles big*
She grumbles, counts the change (off by one penny that had in my frickin hand!!!) and gives me my other change back. Oh, no "have a nice day?" Thank you and I certainly won't come again.
Or the clerks who think I can't do math because I am sixteen. I work at a resturant where we have to hand write bills and add it all together with tax and I can't figure out a simple percentage? Hmm....let's think on that one for a bit. NO I didn't pass algebra 1 or geometry. Im not in highschool, Im in kindergarten apperently, alright, I'll level with you. NOt! GRRR!!! I'll be in line, looking at the prices of my books or cds and will mentally adding them up until i get to the line. I have memorized the tax prices for the state of ohio and made sure that my stuff was or wasn't on sale. she adds them up and.....does not come out right. it's like, 10 bucks off.
Me:Uh, are you sure that's right?
Cl:Wha'ya mean?
Me:That's 10 more than what I added it up to be.
Cl:Well, maybe you just can't do math.
What?! Me: *takes out cell phone, types numbers (plus tax) into calculator.* Well, apparently you can't either. *shows her results.* My two books are on sale, or didn't you know that?
She mutters some choice words and fixes the tab. A lady behind complaimented me on my great math skills saying how they always try to rip you off here(they don't have scaners, they do everything by hand) and I never went there again.
Sorry, long, but I feel better now.
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