Mk, my boss is at jury duty, and the campus is closed, so it's just me at the store today. Very slow, I'm busy resetting the whole sales floor, when a random freight driver comes in and we have the following exchange...
RD: Hi, I've got a pallet by the back door?
Me: Oh crap. I don't have keys for that one. I can't unlock it, as unfortunately my boss has the only set of keys, we weren't expecting any deliveries today.
RD: You don't need to unlock it, you just need to OPEN it so I can bring the pallet in.
Me: ...
RD: What?
Me: Uhhm...k...well, how many boxes are we talking?
I go to peek out the front door. There are 12 smallish boxes, none could've weighed more than 30 lbs, and I may be grossly overestimating that. I pop back inside and am all smiles
Me: Oh, well that's not a problem. Just use the pallet jack and drag it over here near the stairs. I'll go grab my dolly, we'll break down the pallet and I'll toss 'em on my dolly, and drag them back that way.
RD: But that's why I usually use the back door...that's a ways to drag them...
I look out the door again. It's 50 feet. Tops.
Me: ...uhhmm...I don't have KEYS for the back door.
RD: So...you can't just push it open...? It's got a bar! (you know, one of those metallic bars on some Emergency exit doors...? Yeah, those)
Me: It's...locked...
RD: Pushes open though, when I've been here before.
Me: ... I'll go get my dolly now...
I putter off, and just leave him there for a second, giving me a nasty look, before he stomps off. When I come back with the dolly, he's got the pallet next to the stairs, and is cutting off the plastic. I count the boxes, and he starts hefting them up to me, I toss them on the dolly and bring them inside. He had a sour look on his face the entire time. I just ignored him and sang along with the radio.
Seriously, he spent enough time arguing, he could have dropped the boxes and gone. Idiot.
RD: Hi, I've got a pallet by the back door?
Me: Oh crap. I don't have keys for that one. I can't unlock it, as unfortunately my boss has the only set of keys, we weren't expecting any deliveries today.
RD: You don't need to unlock it, you just need to OPEN it so I can bring the pallet in.
Me: ...
RD: What?
Me: Uhhm...k...well, how many boxes are we talking?
I go to peek out the front door. There are 12 smallish boxes, none could've weighed more than 30 lbs, and I may be grossly overestimating that. I pop back inside and am all smiles
Me: Oh, well that's not a problem. Just use the pallet jack and drag it over here near the stairs. I'll go grab my dolly, we'll break down the pallet and I'll toss 'em on my dolly, and drag them back that way.
RD: But that's why I usually use the back door...that's a ways to drag them...
I look out the door again. It's 50 feet. Tops.
Me: ...uhhmm...I don't have KEYS for the back door.
RD: So...you can't just push it open...? It's got a bar! (you know, one of those metallic bars on some Emergency exit doors...? Yeah, those)
Me: It's...locked...
RD: Pushes open though, when I've been here before.
Me: ... I'll go get my dolly now...
I putter off, and just leave him there for a second, giving me a nasty look, before he stomps off. When I come back with the dolly, he's got the pallet next to the stairs, and is cutting off the plastic. I count the boxes, and he starts hefting them up to me, I toss them on the dolly and bring them inside. He had a sour look on his face the entire time. I just ignored him and sang along with the radio.
Seriously, he spent enough time arguing, he could have dropped the boxes and gone. Idiot.
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