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First Wednesday of the month, and that can only mean one thing: 15% discount for all geezers over the age of 55. Oops, wait, what's this....I've apparently just been told to refrain from using the word "geezer"
And now, the case of the cantankerous old geezer:
Had the unique pleasure of serving this winner today. Was covering a break in electronics (which is to say I was just wandering around the department window shopping) when I am approached by an older lady in a wheelchair being pushed by a younger woman who I guess was her caretaker.
WL: Are you a manager? I need a manager!
Me: No, but maybe I can help you anyway. What do you need?
caretaker pushes wheelchair lady into the toaster aisle
WL: (referring to a toaster which was completely out except for this display) I want to buy this toaster but you don't have any on the shelf, so I'd like the display please.
Store policy is we do not sell displays until the item is on clearance and is the last of that item in the store. This is pretty much a universal, ironclad policy.
Me: Sorry, we are out of that toaster, but it shows we'll have 4 coming in soon. They might be on tonight's truck, so you could call tomorrow to see if we have it in. Or we can give you a raincheck up at the service desk.
WL: Did you not just hear me? I said I want the display!
Me: Unfortunately, we cannot sell displays of items until the item is on clearance and we have no more boxed units in the store.
WL: Get me a manager!
Me: Okay!
I call up the manager on duty, who comes down and...wait for it....tells WL the exact same thing I just told her.
WL: I don't understand this. You think that because I'm in a wheelchair and disable that I don't have money to spend? I came here to get a toaster and there's a perfectly good one on the shelf you won't sell me. Come on, we're going to put all our stuff back and leave.
Sorry lady, looks like your crippled card has been declined.
920
Helped a lady who was spending the longest time in the TP aisle trying to decide between the Charmin in the red wrapper and the Charmin in the blue wrapper. Eventually she gave up and decided on a package of Quilted Northern instead. Lady also had in her hand a copy of this week's sales ad, disassembled in such a way that pages 2 and 3 were not together. This becomes important later.
L: Yeah, this quilted northern is supposed to be $5.99, isn't it?
Me: (scans it) Actually, it seems to be coming up at regular price at the moment.
L: Are you sure?
At this point I notice the ad in her hand
Me: Yeah. But actually, if you will give me your copy of the ad, I think I need to show you something.
L: This is my ad! What do you want to do with it?
Me: I need to show you something.
Lady surrenders her ad to me, which I re-arrange to show her that the $5.99 sale price was only good Sunday and Monday this week.
L: Well that's misleading.
Of course it is. Which is why we put in IN BIG BOLD LETTERS at the top of the pages.
920
Lady: (pointing to an empty shelf location for fabric softener sheets with "out of stock" tags put up) Do you have these dryer sheets in stock?
Me: (scans tag just to humor her) No, it looks like we are still waiting on that.
Lady: (pointing to ANOTHER empty shelf space with an out of stock tag) Okay, do you have these dryer sheets in stock?
Me: (scans) Nope. It looks like we are still waiting for those to come in too.
Lady: (cat butt face) Well, thanks anyway.
Teh Co-worker is teh ghey. O noez!
It also came to my attention today that one of the guys who unloads trucks is evidently bisexual. Big whoop. This fact was broadcast to me by another truck unloader, who is rather loutish and likes to brag about all the chicks he thinks he will bang at the UW school he will attend next year which is insanely easy to get into.
LCW: Hey Irv, guess what? Coworker's name is bi!
Me: And I care because.....?
LCW: That means he's queer!
Me: And I care because....?
LCW: He's a (slur for homosexuals that rhymes with "egg")!
Me: Look, it's really cute you think that offends me, but really. I don't care.
LCW: Oh, maybe you're queer too!
Me: Exactly how old are you?
LCW: I'm 18
Me: Then why don't you act like it. Seriously, I heard better insults in second grade. (walk away)
And now, the case of the cantankerous old geezer:
Had the unique pleasure of serving this winner today. Was covering a break in electronics (which is to say I was just wandering around the department window shopping) when I am approached by an older lady in a wheelchair being pushed by a younger woman who I guess was her caretaker.
WL: Are you a manager? I need a manager!
Me: No, but maybe I can help you anyway. What do you need?
caretaker pushes wheelchair lady into the toaster aisle
WL: (referring to a toaster which was completely out except for this display) I want to buy this toaster but you don't have any on the shelf, so I'd like the display please.
Store policy is we do not sell displays until the item is on clearance and is the last of that item in the store. This is pretty much a universal, ironclad policy.
Me: Sorry, we are out of that toaster, but it shows we'll have 4 coming in soon. They might be on tonight's truck, so you could call tomorrow to see if we have it in. Or we can give you a raincheck up at the service desk.
WL: Did you not just hear me? I said I want the display!
Me: Unfortunately, we cannot sell displays of items until the item is on clearance and we have no more boxed units in the store.
WL: Get me a manager!
Me: Okay!
I call up the manager on duty, who comes down and...wait for it....tells WL the exact same thing I just told her.
WL: I don't understand this. You think that because I'm in a wheelchair and disable that I don't have money to spend? I came here to get a toaster and there's a perfectly good one on the shelf you won't sell me. Come on, we're going to put all our stuff back and leave.
Sorry lady, looks like your crippled card has been declined.
920
Helped a lady who was spending the longest time in the TP aisle trying to decide between the Charmin in the red wrapper and the Charmin in the blue wrapper. Eventually she gave up and decided on a package of Quilted Northern instead. Lady also had in her hand a copy of this week's sales ad, disassembled in such a way that pages 2 and 3 were not together. This becomes important later.
L: Yeah, this quilted northern is supposed to be $5.99, isn't it?
Me: (scans it) Actually, it seems to be coming up at regular price at the moment.
L: Are you sure?
At this point I notice the ad in her hand
Me: Yeah. But actually, if you will give me your copy of the ad, I think I need to show you something.
L: This is my ad! What do you want to do with it?
Me: I need to show you something.
Lady surrenders her ad to me, which I re-arrange to show her that the $5.99 sale price was only good Sunday and Monday this week.
L: Well that's misleading.
Of course it is. Which is why we put in IN BIG BOLD LETTERS at the top of the pages.
920
Lady: (pointing to an empty shelf location for fabric softener sheets with "out of stock" tags put up) Do you have these dryer sheets in stock?
Me: (scans tag just to humor her) No, it looks like we are still waiting on that.
Lady: (pointing to ANOTHER empty shelf space with an out of stock tag) Okay, do you have these dryer sheets in stock?
Me: (scans) Nope. It looks like we are still waiting for those to come in too.
Lady: (cat butt face) Well, thanks anyway.
Teh Co-worker is teh ghey. O noez!
It also came to my attention today that one of the guys who unloads trucks is evidently bisexual. Big whoop. This fact was broadcast to me by another truck unloader, who is rather loutish and likes to brag about all the chicks he thinks he will bang at the UW school he will attend next year which is insanely easy to get into.
LCW: Hey Irv, guess what? Coworker's name is bi!
Me: And I care because.....?
LCW: That means he's queer!
Me: And I care because....?
LCW: He's a (slur for homosexuals that rhymes with "egg")!
Me: Look, it's really cute you think that offends me, but really. I don't care.
LCW: Oh, maybe you're queer too!
Me: Exactly how old are you?
LCW: I'm 18
Me: Then why don't you act like it. Seriously, I heard better insults in second grade. (walk away)
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