(I apologize for the length in advance)
Now, I work at a "Extreme Retail" store. Which, is, like a dollar store... but not. At least, that's what we say. So... we basically have items up to 10$ (possibly more), but we got quality stuff. Not the junk you'd get at the honest-to-goodness dollar stores that fall apart rather quickly. So it’s understandable that people get frustrated at our prices. And returning things.
Anyway, we do big business on balloons. It's actually rather surprising on how many balloons we blow up. Sometimes, on a Saturday, I'll be standing there from 9:00am to 4:30pm doing balloons. It's rather crazy. And my legs get stiff. And I deal with a lot of cranky customers.
Note : That here, we do everything. From cash, to balloons, to cleaning and merchandising. We know the ins and outs. Everything. Everywhere. We also know what we can and cannot do.
Anyway...
It was around 7'clock or so at night, nice and dark outside, about a week or so ago. This guy comes him. A nice fellow at first, seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Just one of those people you can feel has a bit of a time constraint.
Well, he orders a singing balloon. Now, 1: They're big, so they take 5$ worth of helium in them. 2: They can sing for months. 3: They are refillable. And 4: They are usually brand names. So that one balloon alone, came up to 17$.
Surprisingly, he didn't seem to surprised, and agreed to it. And he also got 4 other balloons and a weight to hold it down. So that was an extra 5$ to the 17$ (not including our Canadian Taxes).
Well, I go off to blow up said balloon, but then I feel a leak, yes... the blasted thing had a leak. Now, usually, this is absolutely no trouble whatsoever. I can go on my merry way, and just get another balloon like it and blow it up as a replacement since it's kinda not fair to charge them for a second one. Easy. Right? Well... we didn't have any other "Happy Birthday" singing balloons.
SC - Angry Balloon Man
M - Me
M: Sorry sir, we don't have any more singing balloons. Only the self-recording ones.
SC: You don't have the other?
M: No. Sorry. Do you want this one? You can record your own signing message with a bunch of your buddies or family. And it won't cost you, I'll just fill this up instead.
SC: No. I wanted the other.
M: Ah. Okay. Sorry about that.
SC: Yeah... just give me a cash refund.
Now... at our store we can't give cash refunds. After its rung into the till and you've given us your cash, I cannot give money back, I’m not allowed to since I’m not manager or head-cash or the boss. We do store-credit and dollar-by-dollar refunds. That's it.
M: Sorry sir... I can't do that... I'm not authorized to do that. But we do have store-credit and dollar-by-dollar... You can pick out anything in the store and add it up to 17 dollars and we can give that to you instead...
SC: No. I want a refund. Just give back my money.
Now... I really felt for this guy. I totally understood that it was frustrating. But I was not allowed. I couldn't do anything.
M: I know... I understand. If I could, I would open up the cash and give you back the 17$. But I think it has to do with the way it's rung up.
SC: I don't care. I just purchased this a few minutes ago, and I want the money back.
M: Ah... geeze... I know how you must feel… Look, I'll call the person in-charge, and she'll most likely be allowed to give it back to you. And since it was only within minutes of your purchase, I'm sure that she'll refund you by cash. I mean, it's perfectly understandable.
SC: I don't need her. YOU give me back my money now.
M: I am not allowed to sir. I would if I could.
SC: I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this. Give me back my money.
M: I cannot do it. I'm sorry. I'm not allowed.
At this point, I was getting frustrated. I was trying to be nice, but the guy wasn't going to let it go, and it was taking a while for the person in charge to get there because she was pre-occupied with more important stuff. Couldn’t he wait? And note: He was starting to get an obnoxious tone that he knew what to do and I didn’t, sort of deely.
M: Here. How about this, while we wait, I'll blow up your other balloons. How's that sound?
I quite literally go over there and start blowing up the balloon. When I finish blowing up one, that’s when he complains.
SC: Why the hell would I want those? I don't want those.
M: But you never actually said-
SC: I was only buying them with that balloon.
M: But they're separate. There's nothing wrong with them and you never told-
SC: Look. If I wanted just four balloons, I sure wouldn't pick the colours you picked. I don't want them.
I was very frustrated by this point. I was trying to be nice. And also by this point, another customer was also trying to get him to understand that we had to wait for the person who had the authority to, and that we couldn't yadda-yadda-yadda. All the while he was huffin' and hawin' at the fact we couldn't give him back his money and how that he didn't want the other balloons.
Well, a few minutes afterward, the other person finally gets there. She finally arrives. We tell her the situation. And she told the person to "shh" so that she could listen to us. And she looked at me, because I had to tell him again that she, as I was pointing at her now, could help him, and that we couldn't give back the money.
She saw I was ready to explode, cry, implode; possibly at the same time. She told me to take a 6 minute break.
I don't know how it came out, but she looked pretty darn frustrated when she came into the back room.
As far as I was aware she had to deal with him for a good 5 or so minutes.
I didn’t see him thankfully after I’d taken the full 6 minutes.
Ugh… I dunno if I’m over-reacting… but the tone of his voice, coupled with the situation, and we me trying to be nice and showing that I understood the situation… but man…
Now, I work at a "Extreme Retail" store. Which, is, like a dollar store... but not. At least, that's what we say. So... we basically have items up to 10$ (possibly more), but we got quality stuff. Not the junk you'd get at the honest-to-goodness dollar stores that fall apart rather quickly. So it’s understandable that people get frustrated at our prices. And returning things.
Anyway, we do big business on balloons. It's actually rather surprising on how many balloons we blow up. Sometimes, on a Saturday, I'll be standing there from 9:00am to 4:30pm doing balloons. It's rather crazy. And my legs get stiff. And I deal with a lot of cranky customers.
Note : That here, we do everything. From cash, to balloons, to cleaning and merchandising. We know the ins and outs. Everything. Everywhere. We also know what we can and cannot do.
Anyway...
It was around 7'clock or so at night, nice and dark outside, about a week or so ago. This guy comes him. A nice fellow at first, seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Just one of those people you can feel has a bit of a time constraint.
Well, he orders a singing balloon. Now, 1: They're big, so they take 5$ worth of helium in them. 2: They can sing for months. 3: They are refillable. And 4: They are usually brand names. So that one balloon alone, came up to 17$.
Surprisingly, he didn't seem to surprised, and agreed to it. And he also got 4 other balloons and a weight to hold it down. So that was an extra 5$ to the 17$ (not including our Canadian Taxes).
Well, I go off to blow up said balloon, but then I feel a leak, yes... the blasted thing had a leak. Now, usually, this is absolutely no trouble whatsoever. I can go on my merry way, and just get another balloon like it and blow it up as a replacement since it's kinda not fair to charge them for a second one. Easy. Right? Well... we didn't have any other "Happy Birthday" singing balloons.
SC - Angry Balloon Man
M - Me
M: Sorry sir, we don't have any more singing balloons. Only the self-recording ones.
SC: You don't have the other?
M: No. Sorry. Do you want this one? You can record your own signing message with a bunch of your buddies or family. And it won't cost you, I'll just fill this up instead.
SC: No. I wanted the other.
M: Ah. Okay. Sorry about that.
SC: Yeah... just give me a cash refund.
Now... at our store we can't give cash refunds. After its rung into the till and you've given us your cash, I cannot give money back, I’m not allowed to since I’m not manager or head-cash or the boss. We do store-credit and dollar-by-dollar refunds. That's it.
M: Sorry sir... I can't do that... I'm not authorized to do that. But we do have store-credit and dollar-by-dollar... You can pick out anything in the store and add it up to 17 dollars and we can give that to you instead...
SC: No. I want a refund. Just give back my money.
Now... I really felt for this guy. I totally understood that it was frustrating. But I was not allowed. I couldn't do anything.
M: I know... I understand. If I could, I would open up the cash and give you back the 17$. But I think it has to do with the way it's rung up.
SC: I don't care. I just purchased this a few minutes ago, and I want the money back.
M: Ah... geeze... I know how you must feel… Look, I'll call the person in-charge, and she'll most likely be allowed to give it back to you. And since it was only within minutes of your purchase, I'm sure that she'll refund you by cash. I mean, it's perfectly understandable.
SC: I don't need her. YOU give me back my money now.
M: I am not allowed to sir. I would if I could.
SC: I don't know why you're making a big deal out of this. Give me back my money.
M: I cannot do it. I'm sorry. I'm not allowed.
At this point, I was getting frustrated. I was trying to be nice, but the guy wasn't going to let it go, and it was taking a while for the person in charge to get there because she was pre-occupied with more important stuff. Couldn’t he wait? And note: He was starting to get an obnoxious tone that he knew what to do and I didn’t, sort of deely.
M: Here. How about this, while we wait, I'll blow up your other balloons. How's that sound?
I quite literally go over there and start blowing up the balloon. When I finish blowing up one, that’s when he complains.
SC: Why the hell would I want those? I don't want those.
M: But you never actually said-
SC: I was only buying them with that balloon.
M: But they're separate. There's nothing wrong with them and you never told-
SC: Look. If I wanted just four balloons, I sure wouldn't pick the colours you picked. I don't want them.
I was very frustrated by this point. I was trying to be nice. And also by this point, another customer was also trying to get him to understand that we had to wait for the person who had the authority to, and that we couldn't yadda-yadda-yadda. All the while he was huffin' and hawin' at the fact we couldn't give him back his money and how that he didn't want the other balloons.
Well, a few minutes afterward, the other person finally gets there. She finally arrives. We tell her the situation. And she told the person to "shh" so that she could listen to us. And she looked at me, because I had to tell him again that she, as I was pointing at her now, could help him, and that we couldn't give back the money.
She saw I was ready to explode, cry, implode; possibly at the same time. She told me to take a 6 minute break.
I don't know how it came out, but she looked pretty darn frustrated when she came into the back room.
As far as I was aware she had to deal with him for a good 5 or so minutes.
I didn’t see him thankfully after I’d taken the full 6 minutes.
Ugh… I dunno if I’m over-reacting… but the tone of his voice, coupled with the situation, and we me trying to be nice and showing that I understood the situation… but man…

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