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Is there a Sucky Employees section?? First post, been lurking for a few months. I've read most of the posts now I think. This story happened last night.
RC = Religious Clerk
Me = Me. Middle Aged Fat White Guy.
Wife = Thinks I'm Crazy
RC: <huff> For the Love of Christ!
Yep...
That's what she said. I think she was talking about ME!
My wife and I were at a shoe-palace picking up some black shoes for my wife. This is a self service place. If you need help, ask... we didn't ask and no one volunteered. After trying about 6-7 pairs my wife gave up and picked the best one so far. We grabbed it and trudged up to the register. Done deal... I thought!
At that time the clerk (known now as RC, religious clerk) let us know that the second pair was 50% off and suggested I get a pair for myself.
OK... White New Balance for me... the official shoe of fat middle aged white guys. I am scouring the shelves for 11-W. nada. They have these cryptic model #'s... 323 868 409 etc... what do they mean!? I finally grab a pair of 11.5's of some generic shite/navy, regular width. I am not optimistic. Maybe I was oozing "sucky customer"?
I tried the shoes and commented that they felt like cheap chinese plastic shoes. Hard on the inside... fake white looking leather on the outside. (New Balance). I stood up, took a step or two, made a scowl look and then shook my head.
That's when she stormed towards another shelf... and said:
"Oh For the Love Of Christ!" She grabs another pair and says "How about these...?" in a huffy snooty kind of way.
Huh!? What did she say??
At first I was looking around at what RC was talking about. As she said it she stormed off towards another shelf. I'm looking around for the object that caused her outburst.
I don't see anything.
SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT ME!!
I look at my wife.
No reaction. I play it cool...act like nothing happened, still unsure.
Then RC starts acting normally. I select a pair of Sketchers. We head to the register have to endure the speil... She goes through all the shoe-clerk bullets.
Buy one 50% off second. Got It!
Do you want socks? Nope.
Club Card...Get coupons. Nope.
Polish? Nope
Gift Card? Nope
I just want to close the deal and get the hell out of there.
As we leave the store I ask my wife... "Did you here what she said?"
"Nope..." "Nuh Uh... You're hearing things. "
I swear I heard it....
Didn't I??
RC = Religious Clerk
Me = Me. Middle Aged Fat White Guy.
Wife = Thinks I'm Crazy
RC: <huff> For the Love of Christ!
Yep...
That's what she said. I think she was talking about ME!
My wife and I were at a shoe-palace picking up some black shoes for my wife. This is a self service place. If you need help, ask... we didn't ask and no one volunteered. After trying about 6-7 pairs my wife gave up and picked the best one so far. We grabbed it and trudged up to the register. Done deal... I thought!
At that time the clerk (known now as RC, religious clerk) let us know that the second pair was 50% off and suggested I get a pair for myself.
OK... White New Balance for me... the official shoe of fat middle aged white guys. I am scouring the shelves for 11-W. nada. They have these cryptic model #'s... 323 868 409 etc... what do they mean!? I finally grab a pair of 11.5's of some generic shite/navy, regular width. I am not optimistic. Maybe I was oozing "sucky customer"?
I tried the shoes and commented that they felt like cheap chinese plastic shoes. Hard on the inside... fake white looking leather on the outside. (New Balance). I stood up, took a step or two, made a scowl look and then shook my head.
That's when she stormed towards another shelf... and said:
"Oh For the Love Of Christ!" She grabs another pair and says "How about these...?" in a huffy snooty kind of way.
Huh!? What did she say??
At first I was looking around at what RC was talking about. As she said it she stormed off towards another shelf. I'm looking around for the object that caused her outburst.
I don't see anything.
SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT ME!!
I look at my wife.
No reaction. I play it cool...act like nothing happened, still unsure.
Then RC starts acting normally. I select a pair of Sketchers. We head to the register have to endure the speil... She goes through all the shoe-clerk bullets.
Buy one 50% off second. Got It!
Do you want socks? Nope.
Club Card...Get coupons. Nope.
Polish? Nope
Gift Card? Nope
I just want to close the deal and get the hell out of there.
As we leave the store I ask my wife... "Did you here what she said?"
"Nope..." "Nuh Uh... You're hearing things. "
I swear I heard it....
Didn't I??
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