I love my job, I really do, don't get me wrong, especially if Awesome Manager or Awesome Assistant Manager are working with me. Often in the mornings however, I am by myself. Every single shift I have this guy comes in.
He looks at the store. "Where are your clearance racks."
They're labeled clearance you moron, can you not read?!?!?
Then when he gets to the clearance racks:
"How much is this?" is often his cry.
The price is on the tag!!! Please don't ask me. No seriously, see that little orange sticker? That is how much it is.
And then sometimes he complains about the price. "Too expensive," he will say of the 19.97 jacket.
Original price of that was sixty dollars. Get the hell out of my store if you please!
"Oooh that's nice. Can you put it on hold for me? I'll be back tomorrow to get it"
I smile at him and he leaves, and never ever comes back to get his fuckin merchandise. Asshole.
He looks at the store. "Where are your clearance racks."
They're labeled clearance you moron, can you not read?!?!?
Then when he gets to the clearance racks:
"How much is this?" is often his cry.
The price is on the tag!!! Please don't ask me. No seriously, see that little orange sticker? That is how much it is.
And then sometimes he complains about the price. "Too expensive," he will say of the 19.97 jacket.
Original price of that was sixty dollars. Get the hell out of my store if you please!
"Oooh that's nice. Can you put it on hold for me? I'll be back tomorrow to get it"
I smile at him and he leaves, and never ever comes back to get his fuckin merchandise. Asshole.



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