I'd been blessed without annoyances again...until this week. Argh. So here's my two stories.
Are you Asian??
CW: Coworker
SC: None other than the most prejudiced immigrant I've met so far. He had an accent that sometimes made him hard to understand.
Me: Not gifted with a clue in this.
M: Manager/owner and happens to be Korean with a noticable accent at times (I've never had trouble understanding him)
(I mention M's race because it plays a part in this. Race honestly doesn't matter to me, I'm an equal oppurtunity oogler of males of my own age group...mmmm--sorry, back to the post.)
To set the stage, I opened the store early and alone, and recieved a phone call as I was helping a customer. I answered it, heard a lot of mumbling about M&M colors. All I said was "Yes, we have those colors." The girl thanked me and hung up and I finished with the lady I was ringing up. About five hours later, when my CW had shown up and given me my breaks, a man enters and with a quiet-ish voice starts talking to me after I greet him.
Me: Hello, how can I help you?
SC: *points at the display of M&Ms and all their seperate colors* If I buy a pound can I get a quarter pound free?
Me: Do you have a coupon?
SC: No.
Me: Then I'm afraid not.
*repeat five times*
SC: That's what the [other store] said you could do! *finally getting to another point*
Me: [Other store]?
SC: Yes, they called and then told me you could do that!
Me: When did they call?
SC: This morning!
Me: I have been here all morning and all day, and none of our callers mentioned anything and my manger mentioned no such promotion. If you like, I can call him and see what I can do.
SC: *flatly* Please.
Me: *call M and tell him what's going on and hang up after getting the answer--which is exactly what I told the guy already*I'm sorry sir, but without a coupon, I cannot give you a quarter pound free with a pound.
SC: I've told you five or six times now I don't have a coupon!
Me: Then there's nothing I can do for you.
SC: This is *bleep!*ing ridiculous! You all are *awhoooooooga!*ing morons!!!
Me: *dangerous glare* Excuse me? *daring him to cuss at me again*
SC: I want to talk to your manager.
Me: *sigh--I'd already called him once on this so I can't just say he's not here. Plus, I like it when M tells people off and I no longer want to deal with this guy. So I call him up* M, the customer I just called you about wants to talk to you. *hand over the phone without waiting for M to respond*
The SC begins by asking "Don't you train your workers here??" and it all goes downhill from there. Most of this was muttered and neither CW nor I could really follow it, though a few choice epithets were heard. This goes on for about six minutes (yes I timed it) when the SC slams the phone down on the scale witha loud clang and leaves, grumbling. I pick up the phone and notice it was still on.
Me: M?
M: [Me]?
Me: What'd he say?
M: He's gone?
Me: Yeah he left--oh wait, he's coming back.
SC: *stomping--this man is literally 40+ years old and acting liek a misbehaving 2 year old* I want his card!
M: If he wants my card *cant's hear this, mind you* give him the reciept header.
CW: *does what I tell him*
Long story short, when M comes in an hour later (as he'd promised). The SC had ranted to him about the price of the specialty M&Ms being different than what the other store had told him--they seemed to have told him we could give him the M&Ms at the normal bulk candy price (the seperated colors are a higher price set by the M&M Co., not us, I'd like to note. The other store did not have these specialty M&Ms at all, so they didn't necessarily know that and while they may have asked me, my answer did not say "yes" about the prices).
When M tries to explain, the man breaks out with a "You're Asian, aren't you??" and M gets ticked. So now M is in the store, had already called corporate, and really wanting to go after this guy. He also called the other store, warned them the guy might be coming back and informing them of the different price set. Oh, and the next day I was given a raise. Cool, huh?
Let's make something happen.
SC: Talkin' like he know's LA ghetto, yo!
Me: Hello again
M: Manager/owner
The next day I'm closing. A loud guy comes into the store and walks right up to me, invading my personal space by a foot and a half.
Me: *backing up* Hi, can I help you?
SC: 'Sus *raps name of store like he's ghetto*
Me: Not much, you? *being polite*
SC: I'm just lookin' for some honeys, yo. How 'bout you?
Me: I'm working. *getting nervous and irritated*
SC: Cool, cool. *looks at some candy and spots another of my CWs* Hey, you two sisters?
CW: *practically runs into the back room, ditching me with this guy. Thanks*
Me: No.
SC: Too bad. *looks through candy and his cell rings. He answers and I assume whoever called asked him what he was doing* Oh, I'm out trolling for sex! *really loud...and then repeats himself louder* I said I'm out trolling for sex!!
Me: *thinking* Oh great, how the hell do I get out of this??? *getting behind the counter to force distance*
SC: *comes up and pays for candy* So what's your name?
Me: *give it, not looking at him, just ringing him up to get him out of here*
SC: You workin' tomorrow?
Me: Dunno.
SC: When's your next day off?
Me: Dunno. Have a nice day. *put the change on the scale so I don't have to touch his hand*
SC: Maybe I'll stop by and see if we can make somethin' happen. *winks and leaves*
Me: *go to the back and shiver like mad, feeling violated*
I end up seeing him twice more that night and avoid him every time and point him out to M so he can deal with him next. After that I haven't seen him. Of course, at home, when I tell my roommate she yells "Where is your backbone?? You should have told him he was making you uncomfortable and kicked him out!" After telling her not to yell at me again, I pointed out that my lying tongue was faster than my truth telling tongue.
Are you Asian??
CW: Coworker
SC: None other than the most prejudiced immigrant I've met so far. He had an accent that sometimes made him hard to understand.
Me: Not gifted with a clue in this.
M: Manager/owner and happens to be Korean with a noticable accent at times (I've never had trouble understanding him)
(I mention M's race because it plays a part in this. Race honestly doesn't matter to me, I'm an equal oppurtunity oogler of males of my own age group...mmmm--sorry, back to the post.)
To set the stage, I opened the store early and alone, and recieved a phone call as I was helping a customer. I answered it, heard a lot of mumbling about M&M colors. All I said was "Yes, we have those colors." The girl thanked me and hung up and I finished with the lady I was ringing up. About five hours later, when my CW had shown up and given me my breaks, a man enters and with a quiet-ish voice starts talking to me after I greet him.
Me: Hello, how can I help you?
SC: *points at the display of M&Ms and all their seperate colors* If I buy a pound can I get a quarter pound free?
Me: Do you have a coupon?
SC: No.
Me: Then I'm afraid not.
*repeat five times*
SC: That's what the [other store] said you could do! *finally getting to another point*
Me: [Other store]?
SC: Yes, they called and then told me you could do that!
Me: When did they call?
SC: This morning!
Me: I have been here all morning and all day, and none of our callers mentioned anything and my manger mentioned no such promotion. If you like, I can call him and see what I can do.
SC: *flatly* Please.
Me: *call M and tell him what's going on and hang up after getting the answer--which is exactly what I told the guy already*I'm sorry sir, but without a coupon, I cannot give you a quarter pound free with a pound.
SC: I've told you five or six times now I don't have a coupon!
Me: Then there's nothing I can do for you.
SC: This is *bleep!*ing ridiculous! You all are *awhoooooooga!*ing morons!!!
Me: *dangerous glare* Excuse me? *daring him to cuss at me again*
SC: I want to talk to your manager.
Me: *sigh--I'd already called him once on this so I can't just say he's not here. Plus, I like it when M tells people off and I no longer want to deal with this guy. So I call him up* M, the customer I just called you about wants to talk to you. *hand over the phone without waiting for M to respond*
The SC begins by asking "Don't you train your workers here??" and it all goes downhill from there. Most of this was muttered and neither CW nor I could really follow it, though a few choice epithets were heard. This goes on for about six minutes (yes I timed it) when the SC slams the phone down on the scale witha loud clang and leaves, grumbling. I pick up the phone and notice it was still on.
Me: M?
M: [Me]?
Me: What'd he say?
M: He's gone?
Me: Yeah he left--oh wait, he's coming back.
SC: *stomping--this man is literally 40+ years old and acting liek a misbehaving 2 year old* I want his card!
M: If he wants my card *cant's hear this, mind you* give him the reciept header.
CW: *does what I tell him*
Long story short, when M comes in an hour later (as he'd promised). The SC had ranted to him about the price of the specialty M&Ms being different than what the other store had told him--they seemed to have told him we could give him the M&Ms at the normal bulk candy price (the seperated colors are a higher price set by the M&M Co., not us, I'd like to note. The other store did not have these specialty M&Ms at all, so they didn't necessarily know that and while they may have asked me, my answer did not say "yes" about the prices).
When M tries to explain, the man breaks out with a "You're Asian, aren't you??" and M gets ticked. So now M is in the store, had already called corporate, and really wanting to go after this guy. He also called the other store, warned them the guy might be coming back and informing them of the different price set. Oh, and the next day I was given a raise. Cool, huh?
Let's make something happen.
SC: Talkin' like he know's LA ghetto, yo!
Me: Hello again
M: Manager/owner
The next day I'm closing. A loud guy comes into the store and walks right up to me, invading my personal space by a foot and a half.
Me: *backing up* Hi, can I help you?
SC: 'Sus *raps name of store like he's ghetto*
Me: Not much, you? *being polite*
SC: I'm just lookin' for some honeys, yo. How 'bout you?
Me: I'm working. *getting nervous and irritated*
SC: Cool, cool. *looks at some candy and spots another of my CWs* Hey, you two sisters?
CW: *practically runs into the back room, ditching me with this guy. Thanks*
Me: No.
SC: Too bad. *looks through candy and his cell rings. He answers and I assume whoever called asked him what he was doing* Oh, I'm out trolling for sex! *really loud...and then repeats himself louder* I said I'm out trolling for sex!!
Me: *thinking* Oh great, how the hell do I get out of this??? *getting behind the counter to force distance*
SC: *comes up and pays for candy* So what's your name?
Me: *give it, not looking at him, just ringing him up to get him out of here*
SC: You workin' tomorrow?
Me: Dunno.
SC: When's your next day off?
Me: Dunno. Have a nice day. *put the change on the scale so I don't have to touch his hand*
SC: Maybe I'll stop by and see if we can make somethin' happen. *winks and leaves*
Me: *go to the back and shiver like mad, feeling violated*
I end up seeing him twice more that night and avoid him every time and point him out to M so he can deal with him next. After that I haven't seen him. Of course, at home, when I tell my roommate she yells "Where is your backbone?? You should have told him he was making you uncomfortable and kicked him out!" After telling her not to yell at me again, I pointed out that my lying tongue was faster than my truth telling tongue.
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