Some stories I've been saving.
Story One: So tell me...
A=Me!
SC=you know it.
As we remember, I work a hardware store. We have a fantastic amount of lightbulbs. All of isle 8, actually. People have a tendancy to come to us for lightbulbs they can't find elsewhere.
At one point, the phone rang.
A: Hello, thank you for calling <hardware store>! How may I help you today?
SC: Hi, I was just wondering if you have X lightbulb in stock?
A: If you'll give me just one second, I can find out for you.
He consents, I put him on hold and call upstairs. Turns out, that's one of the few lightbulbs we don't have. I relay this information to him with an apology. Then I get this beauty:
SC: Well, can you tell me what lightbulbs you DO have?
A: (shocked) I'm really sorry sir. We have an entire isle of lightbulbs and there's really no way I ca-
SC: *click*
Story Two: Why don't you know these things???
Another phone story. B (manager) wonders why I always cringe before I answer it.
A:me!
SD: sucky driver.
A: Hello, thank you for calling <hardware store>! How may I help you?
SD: Hi, can you tell me how to get to your store?
A: I can certainly do my best! (It was early, I was still cheerful, and B had brought cake) Can you tell me where you are?
SD: Oconomowoc.
A: You mean, Wisconsin?
SD: Yes! Isn't that what I said? I need directions!
Our store is in Illinois, about 4 hours away. I've never been to Oconomowoc (yes, it's a real town. i swear i don't make that shit up). But I had friends that went to camp there. Thus, I had a vague idea of where it was.
A: I'm sorry. I'm really not familiar enough with that area to be able-
SD: Then hand the phone to someone from around here!
I transfered the call. But seriously, we're not such a fantastic store. I have no idea what her deal was. Aside from being snappy, she wasn't so bad. But WHY do they ask these questions? Why??
Story Three: Check the town newspaper!
I decided to work on the fourth of July. We were only open until three. Plenty of time to head to WI for some fantastic fireworks afterwords.
But ALL DAY I had people calling in with this remarkable question:
A: bored of me yet?
SC: the dreaded.
A: Hello, thank you for calling <hardware store>! How can I help you today?
SC: Yes, can you tell where the <town I live in> parade starts from and at what time?
A: sorry, what was that? ( I was sure I was imagining things! Why would you call a hardware store onthe edge of the town for this sort of thing? Fortunately, My kid brother was in it. I knew the drill)
SC: *angry huff* The PARADE! Where does it start and at what time?
A: Ah, sorry! It starts at 3:30 from <intersection> and continues for a mile, ending at <intersection>. Is there anything else you need?
SC: Bitch. *click*
A: *twitch*
Story Four: Get. The. Fuck. AWAY!
So all the Pride Parades happened a while ago. Sadly, this year I couldn't attend because my plane coming back from Colorado was delayed for 5 hours because the toilets were broken.
I happen to be gay. I realize that many people just don't like this. I don't like it when you tell me you don't like it. We're even. Sorta. Ish. PS: I don't broadcast, but I'm not in the closet. Don't ask-don't tell (though I hate that...really do) sorta deal.
I had to work that Monday after. My state may be Blue, but my town is Red.
A: At the register!
HC: Homophobic customer.
A: Hi, how are you today? (as i punch in his paints)
HC: (disregarding or answering my question) Those gays are SICK! What gives them the right to just show off like that?
I went bug-eyed, I'm sure. I thought I was going to barf.
HC: They're abominations! They should all be locked away, the denegenerates!
The man is obviously grinding his teeth and waiting for me to agree. I can't. My hands are shaking, and I'm having terrible flashbacks.
A: Well, they are people, just the same as anyone. I guess-
HC: You guess wrong. Hitler had the right idea about fuckers like them. Gas the fags! *smirks*
A: ThatwillbeXXX.XX
He coughs up the money while continuing his rant. I get him out as fast as I can with a "Have-a-nice-day."
Then I called a co-worked up so I could lock myself in the break room and cry and scream a bit.
5 more weeks!
Story One: So tell me...
A=Me!
SC=you know it.
As we remember, I work a hardware store. We have a fantastic amount of lightbulbs. All of isle 8, actually. People have a tendancy to come to us for lightbulbs they can't find elsewhere.
At one point, the phone rang.
A: Hello, thank you for calling <hardware store>! How may I help you today?
SC: Hi, I was just wondering if you have X lightbulb in stock?
A: If you'll give me just one second, I can find out for you.
He consents, I put him on hold and call upstairs. Turns out, that's one of the few lightbulbs we don't have. I relay this information to him with an apology. Then I get this beauty:
SC: Well, can you tell me what lightbulbs you DO have?
A: (shocked) I'm really sorry sir. We have an entire isle of lightbulbs and there's really no way I ca-
SC: *click*
Story Two: Why don't you know these things???
Another phone story. B (manager) wonders why I always cringe before I answer it.
A:me!
SD: sucky driver.
A: Hello, thank you for calling <hardware store>! How may I help you?
SD: Hi, can you tell me how to get to your store?
A: I can certainly do my best! (It was early, I was still cheerful, and B had brought cake) Can you tell me where you are?
SD: Oconomowoc.
A: You mean, Wisconsin?
SD: Yes! Isn't that what I said? I need directions!
Our store is in Illinois, about 4 hours away. I've never been to Oconomowoc (yes, it's a real town. i swear i don't make that shit up). But I had friends that went to camp there. Thus, I had a vague idea of where it was.
A: I'm sorry. I'm really not familiar enough with that area to be able-
SD: Then hand the phone to someone from around here!
I transfered the call. But seriously, we're not such a fantastic store. I have no idea what her deal was. Aside from being snappy, she wasn't so bad. But WHY do they ask these questions? Why??
Story Three: Check the town newspaper!
I decided to work on the fourth of July. We were only open until three. Plenty of time to head to WI for some fantastic fireworks afterwords.
But ALL DAY I had people calling in with this remarkable question:
A: bored of me yet?
SC: the dreaded.
A: Hello, thank you for calling <hardware store>! How can I help you today?
SC: Yes, can you tell where the <town I live in> parade starts from and at what time?
A: sorry, what was that? ( I was sure I was imagining things! Why would you call a hardware store onthe edge of the town for this sort of thing? Fortunately, My kid brother was in it. I knew the drill)
SC: *angry huff* The PARADE! Where does it start and at what time?
A: Ah, sorry! It starts at 3:30 from <intersection> and continues for a mile, ending at <intersection>. Is there anything else you need?
SC: Bitch. *click*
A: *twitch*
Story Four: Get. The. Fuck. AWAY!
So all the Pride Parades happened a while ago. Sadly, this year I couldn't attend because my plane coming back from Colorado was delayed for 5 hours because the toilets were broken.
I happen to be gay. I realize that many people just don't like this. I don't like it when you tell me you don't like it. We're even. Sorta. Ish. PS: I don't broadcast, but I'm not in the closet. Don't ask-don't tell (though I hate that...really do) sorta deal.
I had to work that Monday after. My state may be Blue, but my town is Red.
A: At the register!
HC: Homophobic customer.
A: Hi, how are you today? (as i punch in his paints)
HC: (disregarding or answering my question) Those gays are SICK! What gives them the right to just show off like that?
I went bug-eyed, I'm sure. I thought I was going to barf.
HC: They're abominations! They should all be locked away, the denegenerates!
The man is obviously grinding his teeth and waiting for me to agree. I can't. My hands are shaking, and I'm having terrible flashbacks.
A: Well, they are people, just the same as anyone. I guess-
HC: You guess wrong. Hitler had the right idea about fuckers like them. Gas the fags! *smirks*
A: ThatwillbeXXX.XX
He coughs up the money while continuing his rant. I get him out as fast as I can with a "Have-a-nice-day."
Then I called a co-worked up so I could lock myself in the break room and cry and scream a bit.
5 more weeks!
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