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  • You closed just to annoy me!

    This happened last night; not all bad, cuz it made me, a supervisor and a customer laugh. XD

    It was getting near to my finishing time, and a supervisor came up with a sign. I was just serving my last customer before cashing up, and this guy came up with a loaded trolley right as the sign went up. He then said, "Why are you putting that up now? For your information, you don't close til 10." Actually, dumb arse, I finish on Tuesday at 9:15. At the time, it was 9:10 and it takes me on average 5 minutes to finish serving a final customer and cash up; I didn't have the time to serve this other guy, especially since he had a piled high trolley. It would have taken me about 15 minutes to put his stuff thru, then I would have had to stay another 5 minutes on top of that to close my till.

    In a low voice, I explained all this to the supervisor and he agreed with me. He then told the SC that I finished at 9:15 and that's why the sign was going up. His response? "She's still got time to put me thru." The supervisor told him that I had to cash up, and with very bad grace, the SC moved on to another till. The last customer then said, "Wow, who pissed in his beer?" and we shared a snicker as I finished serving him. I then cashed up.
    People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
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  • #2
    How the HELL does he think he can tell YOU when you close down? Good gravy.
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    • #3
      Quoth Lace Neil Singer View Post
      The last customer then said, "Wow, who pissed in his beer?"
      Cheerios, damnit, cheerios, not beer.
      "I call murder on that!"

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      • #4
        I don't think we have Cheerios over here. I do know we have plenty of beer, though...

        Rapscallion

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        • #5
          Quoth Lace Neil Singer View Post
          The last customer then said, "Wow, who pissed in his beer?" and we shared a snicker as I finished serving him. I then cashed up.
          I love it when customers do that. I watched an argument in the camera department a while back. The SC needed a new camcorder battery, which my co-worker had ordered for him. It was the battery he asked for, but it wasn't the battery his camera needed, and he was blaming us for getting the wrong item. SC, co-worker, and a manager were all involved, but the SC was doing all of the talking (which was really more like angry yelling). Manager kept trying to explain things and calm him down so we could make arrangements for an exchange for the right battery, but SC kept interrupting.

          Meanwhile, I was helping a very nice African American woman (not common in my part of the world) with networking stuff. She was your stereotypical Southern black mother--almost overweight, short hair, accent, and even the finger-snapping and sideways head-bob thing when she talked. She finally got fed up with listening to SC and barked: "Hey! You shut your mouth and listen to that nice lady. She tryin' to help and you just keep hollerin' an' makin' it hard for the rest of us to shop!" Miraculously, SC shut up and listened to the manager, though I think he was just stunned.

          I thanked my customer and said that I was getting annoyed with the SC, too. Then she said, "Oh, honey. That man ain't nevah gonna be happy if he keep that up. Some people just ain't got no respect these days."

          Amen.
          I suspect that... inside every adult (sometimes not very far inside) is a bratty kid who wants everything his own way.
          - Bill Watterson

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          • #6
            Quoth Juwl View Post
            Cheerios, damnit, cheerios, not beer.
            I've always heard this as Wheaties. I guess it doesn't matter. Either way, I ain't eating them.
            This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.

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            • #7
              I liked the customer's version; I think he said it cuz the SC had a crate of beer in his trolley.
              People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life.
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              • #8
                As Judge Judith Scheindlan's book says, "Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining!"
                Scheinland... Shinelan... I dunno... My comp doesn't like her name.
                "I call murder on that!"

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                • #9
                  Quoth Juwl View Post
                  Cheerios, damnit, cheerios, not beer.

                  I always heard it was Corn Flakes.
                  Human Resources - the adult version of "I'm telling Mom." - Agent Anthony "Tony" DiNozzo (NCIS)

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                  • #10
                    Quoth HawaiianShirts View Post
                    She finally got fed up with listening to SC and barked: "Hey! You shut your mouth and listen to that nice lady. She tryin' to help and you just keep hollerin' an' makin' it hard for the rest of us to shop!" Miraculously, SC shut up and listened to the manager, though I think he was just stunned.

                    I thanked my customer and said that I was getting annoyed with the SC, too. Then she said, "Oh, honey. That man ain't nevah gonna be happy if he keep that up. Some people just ain't got no respect these days."

                    Amen.
                    SCORE! *applauds the nice lady who managed to stem the tirade*
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                    • #11
                      Quoth HawaiianShirts View Post
                      Meanwhile, I was helping a very nice African American woman (not common in my part of the world) with networking stuff. She was your stereotypical Southern black mother--almost overweight, short hair, accent, and even the finger-snapping and sideways head-bob thing when she talked. She finally got fed up with listening to SC and barked: "Hey! You shut your mouth and listen to that nice lady. She tryin' to help and you just keep hollerin' an' makin' it hard for the rest of us to shop!" Miraculously, SC shut up and listened to the manager, though I think he was just stunned.

                      I thanked my customer and said that I was getting annoyed with the SC, too. Then she said, "Oh, honey. That man ain't nevah gonna be happy if he keep that up. Some people just ain't got no respect these days."

                      Amen.
                      Woo! I want to give her a hug. And a cookie. And buy her a beer.
                      Confirmed altoholic.

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                      • #12
                        Quoth Lace Neil Singer View Post
                        ..."Wow, who pissed in his beer?"
                        This statement forces me to ask, how would one know if someone pissed in their beer?

                        They're about the same color.

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                        Just sayin'

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                        The hellhole is calling me ~
                        I don't want to go.

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                        • #13
                          Quoth Juwl View Post
                          Cheerios, damnit, cheerios, not beer.
                          Froot Loops, dangit!

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                          • #14
                            Quoth Retail Associate View Post
                            This statement forces me to ask, how would one know if someone pissed in their beer?

                            They're about the same color.
                            And same taste, especially when warm.

                            not that i would really know what pee tastes like, mind you...
                            Things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do. I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew,that someday it would bring me back to you.

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                            • #15
                              Quoth Rapscallion View Post
                              I do know we have plenty of beer, though...
                              I hope you're doing your part to rectify that.....

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