Most of the customers at the "Health and Beauty" store I work at are fairly white-bread; snobs, privilaged teenage girls, middle aged trophy wives. So these three were a bit of a shock to my system.
ONE: The Sleaze.
I've heard people say on here say that they don't mind getting hit on, and I usually don't really mind a bit of harmless flirting from the occasional young guy (or girl) who wanders through.
But this guy was
a) In his fifties at least (I'm many years underage)
b) buying laxatives and condoms (ewwww...)
c) With his F^@#^#(*$ WIFE
SC: Hey there, cutie. What you doing later? (winks, leers, makes his intended meaning clear)
Me: (eh?) Good morning sir!
SC: Pretty thing like you must have a boyfriend. YOu like older guys?
Me: (I just look at him, then at his wife)
Wife: (Embarrassed) Dear, can we please go?
They left. When I went home I took a looong shower.
TWO: The Harpy.
It's part of company policy to ask the customers if they have a store loyalty card. Some people take offence to this.
Me: Hello! How's your day been?
Harpy: *grumble*
Me: (Uh-oh) Do you have a club card at all?
Harpy: I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT!
Me: ...I'm sorry?
Harpy: WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT! YOU UNGRATEFUL...
She stomped out. I stood there, open mouthed for a moment, her almost-purchases still at the register. I think I must have looked completely bemused and upset, cause my next few customers went out of their way to be nice, Bless them.
THREE: The ... I'm not even sure what to call this nut job.
He came and stood in my line (it was about three people long) without any kind of purchase.
Me: Hi, how can I help you?
Weirdo: You can't.
Me:
Weirdo: I just had to warn someone that they are coming.
Me:...Who are coming?
Weirdo: They are. But don't tell anyone!
Me:...I won't.
Weirdo: You promise?
Me:Yes, I promise.
He then left, leaving me and four or five customers staring after him.
I work 8 hours tomorrow.
ONE: The Sleaze.
I've heard people say on here say that they don't mind getting hit on, and I usually don't really mind a bit of harmless flirting from the occasional young guy (or girl) who wanders through.
But this guy was
a) In his fifties at least (I'm many years underage)
b) buying laxatives and condoms (ewwww...)
c) With his F^@#^#(*$ WIFE
SC: Hey there, cutie. What you doing later? (winks, leers, makes his intended meaning clear)
Me: (eh?) Good morning sir!
SC: Pretty thing like you must have a boyfriend. YOu like older guys?
Me: (I just look at him, then at his wife)
Wife: (Embarrassed) Dear, can we please go?
They left. When I went home I took a looong shower.
TWO: The Harpy.
It's part of company policy to ask the customers if they have a store loyalty card. Some people take offence to this.
Me: Hello! How's your day been?
Harpy: *grumble*
Me: (Uh-oh) Do you have a club card at all?
Harpy: I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT!
Me: ...I'm sorry?
Harpy: WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT! YOU UNGRATEFUL...
She stomped out. I stood there, open mouthed for a moment, her almost-purchases still at the register. I think I must have looked completely bemused and upset, cause my next few customers went out of their way to be nice, Bless them.
THREE: The ... I'm not even sure what to call this nut job.
He came and stood in my line (it was about three people long) without any kind of purchase.
Me: Hi, how can I help you?
Weirdo: You can't.
Me:
Weirdo: I just had to warn someone that they are coming.
Me:...Who are coming?
Weirdo: They are. But don't tell anyone!
Me:...I won't.
Weirdo: You promise?
Me:Yes, I promise.
He then left, leaving me and four or five customers staring after him.
I work 8 hours tomorrow.
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