This is related to my previous "10 Minutes Before Closing" topic, and I cannot even put into words how FURIOUS I get with these last-minute entitled SCs!
Saturday night is usually the DEAD ZONE in our mature women's apparel store, but not last night! Apparently many of them had sprung free of their domestic traps and were giddily available to shop until WHENEVER!! Or, in the case of our store, until 8 p.m.
This ending time did not go over well with the two sets of kick-up-their-heels-gal-pal shoppers we had in the fitting rooms at 7:50 p.m., near our closing time.
"Can we get you anything else? We're closing in 10 minutes!" we cheerfully offered.
"Nope - we promise we're almost done!" they responded.
............................time passes ..................................................
It is now 8 p.m., closing time. "Sue, here's the key - would you lock up?" I loudly sang out.
Then I went about closing one of our two registers, rattling coins loudly.
They're still trying heaps o'clothes on.
We've already made our sales goal for the day. I am sending intense vibes: "GET! OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
One of them sez: "Oh, you girls probably want to close up & go home." ["GIRLS" --- grrrrr ------ we're both over 50.]
But does she hustle her ass out of the fitting room? OH HELL NO. It's all about her!
Keyword: ENTITLEMENT.
UH - YEAH!!!
Finally, at 8:15 p.m. (and closing will take at least 30 min. after they actually leave), standing outside the fitting rooms, I firmly announce: "I'M AFRAID WE REALLY HAVE TO CLOSE NOW. IT'S ACTUALLY FIFTEEN MINUTES PAST OUR CLOSING TIME."
This bitch sez: "You used to be open until 9!"
Me: "I'm sorry - we've always closed at 8 pm, and that's posted on our signs in the window."
Bitch: "NO - I know I shopped here later than that!"
Me: <blinking in polite disbelief but calmly reiterating> "Actually we've always close d at 8 pm."
Bitch: <skeptically eyeing me as the liar I must be> "I KNOW I've shopped here until 9."
Me: <stretching for diplomacy> "Maybe that was before Daylight Savings Time?"
Bitch: <disgruntled; snorts; grudgingly concedes; buys a lot, which is good, but still takes up our precious time>
End result: we get home an hour later than we should have, and our manager is gong to want to know about the extra time.
Can we say: NO WIN SITUATION??
R.A.
Saturday night is usually the DEAD ZONE in our mature women's apparel store, but not last night! Apparently many of them had sprung free of their domestic traps and were giddily available to shop until WHENEVER!! Or, in the case of our store, until 8 p.m.
This ending time did not go over well with the two sets of kick-up-their-heels-gal-pal shoppers we had in the fitting rooms at 7:50 p.m., near our closing time.
"Can we get you anything else? We're closing in 10 minutes!" we cheerfully offered.
"Nope - we promise we're almost done!" they responded.
............................time passes ..................................................
It is now 8 p.m., closing time. "Sue, here's the key - would you lock up?" I loudly sang out.
Then I went about closing one of our two registers, rattling coins loudly.
They're still trying heaps o'clothes on.
We've already made our sales goal for the day. I am sending intense vibes: "GET! OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
One of them sez: "Oh, you girls probably want to close up & go home." ["GIRLS" --- grrrrr ------ we're both over 50.]
But does she hustle her ass out of the fitting room? OH HELL NO. It's all about her!
Keyword: ENTITLEMENT.
UH - YEAH!!!
Finally, at 8:15 p.m. (and closing will take at least 30 min. after they actually leave), standing outside the fitting rooms, I firmly announce: "I'M AFRAID WE REALLY HAVE TO CLOSE NOW. IT'S ACTUALLY FIFTEEN MINUTES PAST OUR CLOSING TIME."
This bitch sez: "You used to be open until 9!"
Me: "I'm sorry - we've always closed at 8 pm, and that's posted on our signs in the window."
Bitch: "NO - I know I shopped here later than that!"
Me: <blinking in polite disbelief but calmly reiterating> "Actually we've always close d at 8 pm."
Bitch: <skeptically eyeing me as the liar I must be> "I KNOW I've shopped here until 9."
Me: <stretching for diplomacy> "Maybe that was before Daylight Savings Time?"
Bitch: <disgruntled; snorts; grudgingly concedes; buys a lot, which is good, but still takes up our precious time>
End result: we get home an hour later than we should have, and our manager is gong to want to know about the extra time.
Can we say: NO WIN SITUATION??
R.A.
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