I haven't had a lot of sucky customers lately, which is strange and frightens me because it's just not normal.
But, being Easter, and seeing as to how we were pretty much the only retail store open in the entire town, we were flooded with the suck.
Gaping Maw
This woman comes in and is upset about out return policy. I refused to let her get her money back for a new game because, as it clearly states on the receipt, "Opened new items can be exchanged for like item within 7 days." Well, Little Precious opened it, didn't like it, and Gaping Maw is upset because I will only do a return if it is defective, and give him the same shitty game in return. Because that's the policy. On the receipt.
Now, I'm fairly sure that anyone can figure out why I refer to her as Gaping Maw, and you know what? I was more than willing to go outside the policy, just this once and maybe try to get it through to her that we won't do it next time, but she wasn't willing to shut that large black hole of filth and loud that she calls a mouth long enough to let me get a word in. So I didn't. And I let her spew forth foul smells and unintelligable words for as long as she wanted, and in the meantime put her game back on the counter and slid it towards her. There was, of course, the usual, "I'LL NEVER SHOP HERE AGAIN BLARGARAAAH!" before she left.
I'd hate to see how she eats.
Du-uurh Twins
For two days in a row, these two kids, both maybe 13 or 14 have come in, parentless, and did nothing but play our arcades. They didn't purchase anything and had no intention of ever doing so, so I don't consider them legitimate customers no matter what corporate says. Today we had the arcades turned off because we didn't want people like that in there since we knew we'd be busy to begin with.
They come in anyways, ask us why the arcades are turned off, I give them legitimate reasons (the PS3 fan is broken, which is it, the 360 is on the fritz, which it is, and I'm plain not going to turn the damn PS2 on so fuck off.) So they wander over to the PSP, which we can't turn off, and start playing.
Du-uurh 1: Look, dude, I'm going to play this just to piss her off!
Du-uurh 2: Yuk yuk!
Whatever. I don't care. Considering I'm not having to directly interact with them, it's not bothering me a damn bit. A couple of minutes later, I go to the grocery store down the strip mall to get a drink. They follow me, for what reason, I don't know, maybe intending to try to hassle me. But I know the guys who work the checkout counters at Food Lion, and three of them are chatting, strapping young lads, each football player material. So as the Twins walk through the door, I gesture at them while talking to the guys. They pause, turn around, and walk back out.
WIN.
Desperation Day
This: Stereotypical "I live in my mother's basement and pretty much live in front of my computer playing games" guy walks into the store, looks at me and says, "Heeeeey ladies!"
And this: As I'm washing the windows outside, what looks like the other guy's younger brother declares that it is an atrocity that I have to wash the windows! And will I go out to dinner with him!
What the fuck do you think this is, Desperation Day?!: Thanks for staring at me for thirty minutes with your mouth slightly ajar, Creepy Guy Number 3, but that doesn't make me like you anymore. Maybe you can get together with Gaping Maw and you can both learn how to close your mouths together.
What time do we close? Gee, I wonder.
Our hours are posted on the door. We typically pull the gates down five minutes before close to indicate that, yes, we are closing. How many people came in after I pulled them down and asked when we closed? If you guessed 3, then you know sometimes I just want to hurt something because people are so dumb.
Sigh. Happy Easter.
But, being Easter, and seeing as to how we were pretty much the only retail store open in the entire town, we were flooded with the suck.
Gaping Maw
This woman comes in and is upset about out return policy. I refused to let her get her money back for a new game because, as it clearly states on the receipt, "Opened new items can be exchanged for like item within 7 days." Well, Little Precious opened it, didn't like it, and Gaping Maw is upset because I will only do a return if it is defective, and give him the same shitty game in return. Because that's the policy. On the receipt.
Now, I'm fairly sure that anyone can figure out why I refer to her as Gaping Maw, and you know what? I was more than willing to go outside the policy, just this once and maybe try to get it through to her that we won't do it next time, but she wasn't willing to shut that large black hole of filth and loud that she calls a mouth long enough to let me get a word in. So I didn't. And I let her spew forth foul smells and unintelligable words for as long as she wanted, and in the meantime put her game back on the counter and slid it towards her. There was, of course, the usual, "I'LL NEVER SHOP HERE AGAIN BLARGARAAAH!" before she left.
I'd hate to see how she eats.
Du-uurh Twins
For two days in a row, these two kids, both maybe 13 or 14 have come in, parentless, and did nothing but play our arcades. They didn't purchase anything and had no intention of ever doing so, so I don't consider them legitimate customers no matter what corporate says. Today we had the arcades turned off because we didn't want people like that in there since we knew we'd be busy to begin with.
They come in anyways, ask us why the arcades are turned off, I give them legitimate reasons (the PS3 fan is broken, which is it, the 360 is on the fritz, which it is, and I'm plain not going to turn the damn PS2 on so fuck off.) So they wander over to the PSP, which we can't turn off, and start playing.
Du-uurh 1: Look, dude, I'm going to play this just to piss her off!
Du-uurh 2: Yuk yuk!
Whatever. I don't care. Considering I'm not having to directly interact with them, it's not bothering me a damn bit. A couple of minutes later, I go to the grocery store down the strip mall to get a drink. They follow me, for what reason, I don't know, maybe intending to try to hassle me. But I know the guys who work the checkout counters at Food Lion, and three of them are chatting, strapping young lads, each football player material. So as the Twins walk through the door, I gesture at them while talking to the guys. They pause, turn around, and walk back out.
WIN.
Desperation Day
This: Stereotypical "I live in my mother's basement and pretty much live in front of my computer playing games" guy walks into the store, looks at me and says, "Heeeeey ladies!"
And this: As I'm washing the windows outside, what looks like the other guy's younger brother declares that it is an atrocity that I have to wash the windows! And will I go out to dinner with him!
What the fuck do you think this is, Desperation Day?!: Thanks for staring at me for thirty minutes with your mouth slightly ajar, Creepy Guy Number 3, but that doesn't make me like you anymore. Maybe you can get together with Gaping Maw and you can both learn how to close your mouths together.
What time do we close? Gee, I wonder.
Our hours are posted on the door. We typically pull the gates down five minutes before close to indicate that, yes, we are closing. How many people came in after I pulled them down and asked when we closed? If you guessed 3, then you know sometimes I just want to hurt something because people are so dumb.
Sigh. Happy Easter.
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