This happened a few days ago, but I still can't really comprehand it.
Thankfully, all the crew is slightly less nice to the guy.
Semiregular customer came in. I'm not wearing my vest because I forgot it, which means I get to wear my apron. Without missing a beat he says its stupid looking. Not a big deal in itself... but then he proceeds to compare it to my eyes.
Now, not to many of you seen what I look like, but I do have bad looking eyes. One is bigger then the other. Noticeably so. I'm like the dude that died from Tall Tale heart. (Well, not that big...). I just kind of looked at him.
Me: "you going to say sorry? I didn't do anything for that man"
SC: "No"
Me: "No cigs for you then"
SC: *rolls his eyes, then stands there*
This happens for a few minutes, just us staring at each other. Guess who cracks first?
SC: "Your serious... your not going to sell me my cigs!!!"
Me: "Soon as you say sorry. Insult the apron. Not my eyes"
SC: <Insert swear words>
Me: *Stands*
He leaves, threatening to tell manager. Whatever. I told her. He said his side.
Strangely enough they matched.
So we're kinda being the bitchy store now, not really saying much to him except his price/bag. We'll most likely stop if he, you know, says he sorry.
Thankfully, all the crew is slightly less nice to the guy.
Semiregular customer came in. I'm not wearing my vest because I forgot it, which means I get to wear my apron. Without missing a beat he says its stupid looking. Not a big deal in itself... but then he proceeds to compare it to my eyes.
Now, not to many of you seen what I look like, but I do have bad looking eyes. One is bigger then the other. Noticeably so. I'm like the dude that died from Tall Tale heart. (Well, not that big...). I just kind of looked at him.
Me: "you going to say sorry? I didn't do anything for that man"
SC: "No"
Me: "No cigs for you then"
SC: *rolls his eyes, then stands there*
This happens for a few minutes, just us staring at each other. Guess who cracks first?
SC: "Your serious... your not going to sell me my cigs!!!"
Me: "Soon as you say sorry. Insult the apron. Not my eyes"
SC: <Insert swear words>
Me: *Stands*
He leaves, threatening to tell manager. Whatever. I told her. He said his side.
Strangely enough they matched.
So we're kinda being the bitchy store now, not really saying much to him except his price/bag. We'll most likely stop if he, you know, says he sorry.
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