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Long time no post, but I promised someone I would post these weeks ago and here I am (finally). As a reminder, I work in a Sweet Factory and sell mainly bulk candies.
Little Case of Justice Part 1
My favorite coworker (who'd quit in March and returned this last month--yay!--and I now dub FCW) and I were ringing customers when she suddenly ditched me with the line, grabbed the phone and ran out the door dialing. Turns out, four teenagers had each grabbed a huge handful and walked out the door eating them. FCW had seen this and called mall security, watching them go.
Two hours later, the teenagers were caught, their parents called, pictures taken, and all were permanently banned from the mall. I love justice. By the way, this happened the week after security had recieved a new director--finally mall security that has to do it's job! The previous one had hated paperwork, so they never did anything.
Little Case of Justice Part 2
A couple weeks later, I come out and valley girl coworker (VCW) is fuming.
VCW: There you are! OMG this lady came in and totally stole a sour belt and this family, they, like, told her she was stealing and she totally, like, flipped them off and ran outside and then gave this dorky little wave to me when I saw her and the belt while I was ringing up this customer, so I couldn't, like, go get it from her. OMG, she was so rude and smirky about it!
Me: Did you call security?
VCW: Well, no, cuz you were like, not out here and it's like, busy.
Me: Call them. Now.
VCW: *after two more minutes of arguing, she finally calls them up--she feels guilty calling security on people, even though she knows they were in the wrong and she's supposed to*
Long story short, she gets caught and banned permanently as well. Since normally we get nada over our calls (they can't find them), two in as many months ain't bad!
Teen Twits
Two girls come into the store; I'm working alone and it's semi-busy. I tell them once not to touch the candy without paying--argh, more candy I have to remove!--and they just glare at me and wander about aimlessly. Now, we customers just look around with a verbal warning already on their heads, I watch them. Sure enough, they linger near the door and one fondles some of the wrapped Jolly Ranchers. I move to stand four feet behind her and she decides to leave, two Jolly Ranchers in hand.
Me: *really loudly--and I've had 7 years of vocal training* Excuse me!
SC: *sulkily glares at me and tosses the candy back in the bin*
Me: Thank you. Don't come back.
SC: *turns around then* What did you say?
Me: I said don't come back. You were caught stealing; consider yourself banned.
SC: You can't do that!
Me: I just did.
SC: My mother'll have words with your manager! It was just a Jolly Rancher!
Me: Explain that to your mother when I call security to have you removed from the whole mall for good. You may go now.
SC: *storms away with her friend, muttering insults*
The other customers seemed to think I was pretty cool.
Meany! Poopyhead!
I wasn't present for all of this, but this is what I saw. Apparently this "child", about 14 or 15, was acting very rude to her mother, grandmother, and two little siblings.
SK: Sucky kid
Mom: Awesomest mother of an SC ever! No, seriously, I mean it. Just read.
NCW: New Coworker
Me: Obviously
SK: I want 4 more of these! *holding little packages of Zots! candies*
Mom: The 3 in your hand, no more.
SK: But Mom I want 4 more!
Mom: What you are holding and that's final.
SK: Fine! *slams the three into her mother's hand*
Mom: You know what, fine. Put them back, you get nothing. *had already been paying for the other two kids who'd been very well behaved*
SK: You're so MEAN!!! *screeches at the top of her lungs, her face turning red, and big fat crocodile tears leaking out. She stamps over to the display and slams the candies into it*
Mom: And I'm about to get a lot meaner because you're obviously spoiled. *completely uncaring to this tantrum* Now pick those up and put them away properly.
Me & NCW: Go MOM! *highfive each other under the counter*
SK: *stamps her feet around the store and sobs some more*
Mom: *thanks us for our trouble and leaves*
NCW: My mother would have dragged me outside by the ear and whooped me. Especially if I'd been that age.
Me: No kidding. I couldn't have tried that at age 2!
Little Case of Justice Part 1
My favorite coworker (who'd quit in March and returned this last month--yay!--and I now dub FCW) and I were ringing customers when she suddenly ditched me with the line, grabbed the phone and ran out the door dialing. Turns out, four teenagers had each grabbed a huge handful and walked out the door eating them. FCW had seen this and called mall security, watching them go.
Two hours later, the teenagers were caught, their parents called, pictures taken, and all were permanently banned from the mall. I love justice. By the way, this happened the week after security had recieved a new director--finally mall security that has to do it's job! The previous one had hated paperwork, so they never did anything.
Little Case of Justice Part 2
A couple weeks later, I come out and valley girl coworker (VCW) is fuming.
VCW: There you are! OMG this lady came in and totally stole a sour belt and this family, they, like, told her she was stealing and she totally, like, flipped them off and ran outside and then gave this dorky little wave to me when I saw her and the belt while I was ringing up this customer, so I couldn't, like, go get it from her. OMG, she was so rude and smirky about it!
Me: Did you call security?
VCW: Well, no, cuz you were like, not out here and it's like, busy.
Me: Call them. Now.
VCW: *after two more minutes of arguing, she finally calls them up--she feels guilty calling security on people, even though she knows they were in the wrong and she's supposed to*
Long story short, she gets caught and banned permanently as well. Since normally we get nada over our calls (they can't find them), two in as many months ain't bad!
Teen Twits
Two girls come into the store; I'm working alone and it's semi-busy. I tell them once not to touch the candy without paying--argh, more candy I have to remove!--and they just glare at me and wander about aimlessly. Now, we customers just look around with a verbal warning already on their heads, I watch them. Sure enough, they linger near the door and one fondles some of the wrapped Jolly Ranchers. I move to stand four feet behind her and she decides to leave, two Jolly Ranchers in hand.
Me: *really loudly--and I've had 7 years of vocal training* Excuse me!
SC: *sulkily glares at me and tosses the candy back in the bin*
Me: Thank you. Don't come back.
SC: *turns around then* What did you say?
Me: I said don't come back. You were caught stealing; consider yourself banned.
SC: You can't do that!
Me: I just did.
SC: My mother'll have words with your manager! It was just a Jolly Rancher!
Me: Explain that to your mother when I call security to have you removed from the whole mall for good. You may go now.
SC: *storms away with her friend, muttering insults*
The other customers seemed to think I was pretty cool.
Meany! Poopyhead!
I wasn't present for all of this, but this is what I saw. Apparently this "child", about 14 or 15, was acting very rude to her mother, grandmother, and two little siblings.
SK: Sucky kid
Mom: Awesomest mother of an SC ever! No, seriously, I mean it. Just read.
NCW: New Coworker
Me: Obviously
SK: I want 4 more of these! *holding little packages of Zots! candies*
Mom: The 3 in your hand, no more.
SK: But Mom I want 4 more!
Mom: What you are holding and that's final.
SK: Fine! *slams the three into her mother's hand*
Mom: You know what, fine. Put them back, you get nothing. *had already been paying for the other two kids who'd been very well behaved*
SK: You're so MEAN!!! *screeches at the top of her lungs, her face turning red, and big fat crocodile tears leaking out. She stamps over to the display and slams the candies into it*
Mom: And I'm about to get a lot meaner because you're obviously spoiled. *completely uncaring to this tantrum* Now pick those up and put them away properly.
Me & NCW: Go MOM! *highfive each other under the counter*
SK: *stamps her feet around the store and sobs some more*
Mom: *thanks us for our trouble and leaves*
NCW: My mother would have dragged me outside by the ear and whooped me. Especially if I'd been that age.
Me: No kidding. I couldn't have tried that at age 2!
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