This was a recent one, where I had to go in at 7 AM (I hate early morning shifts) for a truck. We open at 9.
I head up to the front door, with an old shopping bag in hand, with the day's lunch and an extra shirt--truck boxes are dirty, reach up to hit the hidden doorbell for someone to let me in.
And some old lady leans out of a car parked in the first spot (seriously, why were they waiting there two hours before we open? Don't they have anything else to do?) and yells out, not unklindly. "They're not open yet!"
Smile, wave, nod. "I know, ma'am! I work here." And she pops her head back in.
Ring the doorbell again, because they can't hear it in some parts of the store and it's been a moment. Lady's friend leans out. "They're not open yet!"
"I know, ma'am! I work here! Early truck today!"
Again, ring the doorbell. One pokes her head back out "THEY'RE NOT OPEN!"
"I know! I work here, and we need to unload an early truck!"
One of the cashiers (C) opens the doors, lets me in, closes and locks doors. I'm an aisle back when I see the ladies walking toward the door out the front windows. It doesn't open, so they bang on the window, C goes to check, and seeing it's not an employee, points to the hours-of-operation sign.
Lady says something, muffled by the door, so C opens it a crack, and I can hear the old lady yelling. "How come you let him in early and not us?"
C: "Ma'am, he works here."
SC: "Then why wasn't he wearing his apron? He was talking back to us, and never said he worked here!"
I head up to the front door, with an old shopping bag in hand, with the day's lunch and an extra shirt--truck boxes are dirty, reach up to hit the hidden doorbell for someone to let me in.
And some old lady leans out of a car parked in the first spot (seriously, why were they waiting there two hours before we open? Don't they have anything else to do?) and yells out, not unklindly. "They're not open yet!"
Smile, wave, nod. "I know, ma'am! I work here." And she pops her head back in.
Ring the doorbell again, because they can't hear it in some parts of the store and it's been a moment. Lady's friend leans out. "They're not open yet!"
"I know, ma'am! I work here! Early truck today!"
Again, ring the doorbell. One pokes her head back out "THEY'RE NOT OPEN!"
"I know! I work here, and we need to unload an early truck!"
One of the cashiers (C) opens the doors, lets me in, closes and locks doors. I'm an aisle back when I see the ladies walking toward the door out the front windows. It doesn't open, so they bang on the window, C goes to check, and seeing it's not an employee, points to the hours-of-operation sign.
Lady says something, muffled by the door, so C opens it a crack, and I can hear the old lady yelling. "How come you let him in early and not us?"
C: "Ma'am, he works here."
SC: "Then why wasn't he wearing his apron? He was talking back to us, and never said he worked here!"

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