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Parking Lot Prick
I went to the rental office in my building to obtain a work order to fix the broken closet doors in my room. Upon entering, I saw a tall blond yuppie yelling at one of the agents. Turns out he got a parking ticket.
Now the way parking works in my building is this: if you want to park for a long period of time, you pay the meter. If you are a guest of a tenant, said tenant can go to security to obtain either a 4-hour or 24-hour parking pass so you can park in the designated guest spaces in the underground garage.
BUT: There is a Beer Store that's a part of, but not actually in my building. There are also designated parking spaces there - but for the establishment alone, as there are signs posted giving drivers a 10 minute limit.
Guess where genius parks?
"I am a REAL ESTATE AGENT who was showing clients YOUR property so I can bring in money for YOUR building, but I end up with a ticket." His arrogance was filling up the room like cheap cologne. I was almost overpowered by it.
The agent, a little wisp of a woman who, in my experience, has provided nothing but exemplary customer service, stayed calm in the face of his tantrum. "Well, security must have been watching closely. Sometimes they're just right there -"
"But I wasn't even there for ten minutes!" O.K., so it took him less than ten minutes to show the area?
I think he was lying his ass off. Maybe I'm judging him too harshly, but he seemed like one of those "Ooh, I make six-figures a year, drive a luxury sedan and own a bad-ass, tricked-out condo, therefore I shouldn't be accountable for anything."
He continues to argue, asking her "What are YOU going to do about it?" and repeating how his real estate services was bringing money in for "YOUR" building. Um, dude: the girl does not OWN the building; she's employed by the rental management company, and what does the RENTAL office have to do with PARKING issues? If you're so S-M-R-T, you'd be abusing the ears of one of the officers at the security desk. Only with the hope that they would tackle you and have you making sweet love to the ground.
"Why did you park in the Beer Store, then?" The agent remained calm and subdued as she asked this.
"Because I was going to buy some beer after." Sir, you lie like a rug!
Finally the agent shrugs and tells him there's nothing she could do for him. He then proceeds to storm out of the office, littering a bunch of muttered swearwords in his wake. I rolled my eyes at his retreating back, then gave the agent a sympathetic look while giving her silent kudos for putting up with Asshole McDouchebag.
The ticket was $30. I'm sure his six-figure salary will cover that.
She's A Cashier, Not A Garbage Collector, You Bitch!
I was shopping at Winners for my dad's birthday gift. When I got in line, there was a girl ahead of me being served. After the cashier had finished with her, she pushed her Tim Hortons cup across the counter and said "Can you throw this out for me?" and left before getting an answer.
When I got up to the counter I shook my head. "I hate it when people do that," I said to the cashier. "I'm sure there's a trash can close by where she can throw it out herself."
"There is!" The cashier exclaimed. "Right outside!"
I know this has been discussed on this board before, but it is really a big pet peeve of mine. Cashiers are not your errandpeople, people! It's customer service, not customer SERVANT. So stop handing out your used snotty tissues and your half empty drink containers. Or you can eat it!
Crazy Shampoo Lady
There's a drugstore in my building where I used to work. I don't work there anymore, but I made a lot of friends there, including my ex-boyfriend, C. (This is important.)
Anyway, I dropped by to pick up a few things when I heard screaming and yelling coming from a teeny tiny Asian lady who was standing at the cash counter with a baby stroller next to her. Behind the counter were three people: C (he's a merchandiser), the cashier, and one of the assistant managers.
She was absolutely, positively hysterical. The entire store was saturated with her screaming. Customers stopped in their tracks to stop and listen or stare. Her voice was high-pitched and contained the wailing of a thousand banshees. She was pretty much incoherent, partly because of her hysteria, and partly because of her accent, English obviously not being her first language. All I could make out was "You're a man, and I'm a woman, and you don't understand..." I don't think she paused for breath once during her rant.
After she calmed down, C was on his way to the back room to obtain head office's number for her from the manager's office when I intercepted him to ask him what her problem was.
Turns out that she had looked in the store's flyer, saw that Head and Shoulders shampoo was on sale, and made a "special" trip to take advantage of the offer. There was a limit of four per person, but she took that to mean four per person of each KIND of H&S Shampoo (i.e. Ocean Breeze, Extra Moisturizing). Because there were three different kinds of shampoo, she ended up with 12 bottles, expecting to pay for each at the sale price. So, when they told her she had misunderstood the sale, this set off the tantrum.
She was also upset that she had come all the way to this store for this offer, and now, not only could she NOT get what she wanted, she had to wait there with a young baby so they could cancel the transaction and explain to her why she couldn't buy 12 bottles but she needed to cook dinner and...*GASP* *WHEEZE*.
By the time I finished picking up what I needed and cashed out, she was still at the counter dealing with the cashier, except she had calmed down considerably.
Until I saw her begin to pull out a large quantity of baby cereal. I made haste in leaving, lest those be on sale too...
I went to the rental office in my building to obtain a work order to fix the broken closet doors in my room. Upon entering, I saw a tall blond yuppie yelling at one of the agents. Turns out he got a parking ticket.
Now the way parking works in my building is this: if you want to park for a long period of time, you pay the meter. If you are a guest of a tenant, said tenant can go to security to obtain either a 4-hour or 24-hour parking pass so you can park in the designated guest spaces in the underground garage.
BUT: There is a Beer Store that's a part of, but not actually in my building. There are also designated parking spaces there - but for the establishment alone, as there are signs posted giving drivers a 10 minute limit.
Guess where genius parks?
"I am a REAL ESTATE AGENT who was showing clients YOUR property so I can bring in money for YOUR building, but I end up with a ticket." His arrogance was filling up the room like cheap cologne. I was almost overpowered by it.
The agent, a little wisp of a woman who, in my experience, has provided nothing but exemplary customer service, stayed calm in the face of his tantrum. "Well, security must have been watching closely. Sometimes they're just right there -"
"But I wasn't even there for ten minutes!" O.K., so it took him less than ten minutes to show the area?
I think he was lying his ass off. Maybe I'm judging him too harshly, but he seemed like one of those "Ooh, I make six-figures a year, drive a luxury sedan and own a bad-ass, tricked-out condo, therefore I shouldn't be accountable for anything."
He continues to argue, asking her "What are YOU going to do about it?" and repeating how his real estate services was bringing money in for "YOUR" building. Um, dude: the girl does not OWN the building; she's employed by the rental management company, and what does the RENTAL office have to do with PARKING issues? If you're so S-M-R-T, you'd be abusing the ears of one of the officers at the security desk. Only with the hope that they would tackle you and have you making sweet love to the ground.
"Why did you park in the Beer Store, then?" The agent remained calm and subdued as she asked this.
"Because I was going to buy some beer after." Sir, you lie like a rug!
Finally the agent shrugs and tells him there's nothing she could do for him. He then proceeds to storm out of the office, littering a bunch of muttered swearwords in his wake. I rolled my eyes at his retreating back, then gave the agent a sympathetic look while giving her silent kudos for putting up with Asshole McDouchebag.
The ticket was $30. I'm sure his six-figure salary will cover that.
She's A Cashier, Not A Garbage Collector, You Bitch!
I was shopping at Winners for my dad's birthday gift. When I got in line, there was a girl ahead of me being served. After the cashier had finished with her, she pushed her Tim Hortons cup across the counter and said "Can you throw this out for me?" and left before getting an answer.
When I got up to the counter I shook my head. "I hate it when people do that," I said to the cashier. "I'm sure there's a trash can close by where she can throw it out herself."
"There is!" The cashier exclaimed. "Right outside!"
I know this has been discussed on this board before, but it is really a big pet peeve of mine. Cashiers are not your errandpeople, people! It's customer service, not customer SERVANT. So stop handing out your used snotty tissues and your half empty drink containers. Or you can eat it!
Crazy Shampoo Lady
There's a drugstore in my building where I used to work. I don't work there anymore, but I made a lot of friends there, including my ex-boyfriend, C. (This is important.)
Anyway, I dropped by to pick up a few things when I heard screaming and yelling coming from a teeny tiny Asian lady who was standing at the cash counter with a baby stroller next to her. Behind the counter were three people: C (he's a merchandiser), the cashier, and one of the assistant managers.
She was absolutely, positively hysterical. The entire store was saturated with her screaming. Customers stopped in their tracks to stop and listen or stare. Her voice was high-pitched and contained the wailing of a thousand banshees. She was pretty much incoherent, partly because of her hysteria, and partly because of her accent, English obviously not being her first language. All I could make out was "You're a man, and I'm a woman, and you don't understand..." I don't think she paused for breath once during her rant.
After she calmed down, C was on his way to the back room to obtain head office's number for her from the manager's office when I intercepted him to ask him what her problem was.
Turns out that she had looked in the store's flyer, saw that Head and Shoulders shampoo was on sale, and made a "special" trip to take advantage of the offer. There was a limit of four per person, but she took that to mean four per person of each KIND of H&S Shampoo (i.e. Ocean Breeze, Extra Moisturizing). Because there were three different kinds of shampoo, she ended up with 12 bottles, expecting to pay for each at the sale price. So, when they told her she had misunderstood the sale, this set off the tantrum.
She was also upset that she had come all the way to this store for this offer, and now, not only could she NOT get what she wanted, she had to wait there with a young baby so they could cancel the transaction and explain to her why she couldn't buy 12 bottles but she needed to cook dinner and...*GASP* *WHEEZE*.
By the time I finished picking up what I needed and cashed out, she was still at the counter dealing with the cashier, except she had calmed down considerably.
Until I saw her begin to pull out a large quantity of baby cereal. I made haste in leaving, lest those be on sale too...
(and i'm betting everyone around her was thinking the same thing)
Brilliant.
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