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I was going to post this last night, after work, but I wasn't feeling well. Now after having shared that extra special glimpse into my life, here it goes...
Last night, I was working in the hot foods department. A guy comes up to check out at the handy register we have there. He asks for a rubberband so he can make sure his food container (from the salad bar) stays closed. OK, not a problem, lots of people do that. However, his container wasn't all that full. (I know this because I saw it.)
I nicely tell him that if there are rubberbands available, they are over by the salad bar/soup area, and if he'd like, I can look for him. Of course, he cannot be inconvenienced to walk the 10 feet or so to look for himself. I walk over there, look, see none, and walk back. I inform him of this.
RBM: You're making this way too difficult. You didn't even look. You weren't gone long enough to look.
Me: *thinking to myself*
Me: *out loud* Sir, I DID look. If you'd like, I can walk with you over there, to show you that there are NO rubberbands there.
RBM: *throwing his purchases into his cart in an angry manner*
As I'm walking out from behind the counter, he's whipping around the corner...I suppose to leave the store. I don't know.
We both run into N., the owner of the store.
N: Sir, did you find everything you needed?
RBM: No, I did not, and this girl made things VERY difficult for me.
N: Difficult, how?
RBM: She says there are no rubberbands, and she didn't even LOOK!!!
Me: N, I said that if we did have rubberbands, they'd be by the salad bar/soups. I even went over to look for myself. There were none there. I told this man so, and he accused me of not even looking.
N: Well, are there any in the back? (For some reason, the boxes of rubberbands are usually kept in the produce back room. Sometimes we're actually out OUT.)
Me: I can go check.
So I hustle away into the back room to check. I grab a box, get a handful of rubberbands, and go back to hot foods. Surprise, surprise, RBM is gone.
Figures.
I was afraid I was going to be spoken to, because N has been in a bad mood lately, and he takes some customer complaints seriously. However, I was lucky, and didn't see either of them again for the rest of my shift.
Last night, I was working in the hot foods department. A guy comes up to check out at the handy register we have there. He asks for a rubberband so he can make sure his food container (from the salad bar) stays closed. OK, not a problem, lots of people do that. However, his container wasn't all that full. (I know this because I saw it.)
I nicely tell him that if there are rubberbands available, they are over by the salad bar/soup area, and if he'd like, I can look for him. Of course, he cannot be inconvenienced to walk the 10 feet or so to look for himself. I walk over there, look, see none, and walk back. I inform him of this.
RBM: You're making this way too difficult. You didn't even look. You weren't gone long enough to look.
Me: *thinking to myself*
Me: *out loud* Sir, I DID look. If you'd like, I can walk with you over there, to show you that there are NO rubberbands there.
RBM: *throwing his purchases into his cart in an angry manner*
As I'm walking out from behind the counter, he's whipping around the corner...I suppose to leave the store. I don't know.
We both run into N., the owner of the store.
N: Sir, did you find everything you needed?
RBM: No, I did not, and this girl made things VERY difficult for me.
N: Difficult, how?
RBM: She says there are no rubberbands, and she didn't even LOOK!!!
Me: N, I said that if we did have rubberbands, they'd be by the salad bar/soups. I even went over to look for myself. There were none there. I told this man so, and he accused me of not even looking.
N: Well, are there any in the back? (For some reason, the boxes of rubberbands are usually kept in the produce back room. Sometimes we're actually out OUT.)
Me: I can go check.
So I hustle away into the back room to check. I grab a box, get a handful of rubberbands, and go back to hot foods. Surprise, surprise, RBM is gone.
Figures.
I was afraid I was going to be spoken to, because N has been in a bad mood lately, and he takes some customer complaints seriously. However, I was lucky, and didn't see either of them again for the rest of my shift.
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