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Or however I should describe them, I'm not sure. 
So it's probably best to go ahead and tell the stories.
M: me
SC: Sucky customer
IW: I wish I would say this.... (But I don't, cause it would probably get me fired.)
Title 1: And I should care because...?
It was past closing time for our deli, and I was doing some final cleaning before getting ready to go home for the night. Someone paged our department, so I went ahead and picked up. Usually, it's someone asking our hours, or wondering if they can still get what our department serves.
M: Yes, this is Deli.
SC: I want to know if you have the king crab legs in your ad.
M: O_o Uh, this is the deli department.... something like that would be in seafood.
SC: Well, I talked to the guy on the phone, and told him what I wanted, and he said he'd transfer me to the right department!! *Snarls*
(At this point, I'm not sure who is the bigger idiot. The SC, for not knowing that Crab legs are sold in the seafood department, of the guy who answered the phone and transfered it to my department. )
M: Well, I'm sorry. I can transfer you to seafood, but I don't know if anyone is still there tonight.
SC: ...
M: ...
SC: ...you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna hang up, and forget that your store even exists.
IW: Really. Sounds great to me. I'll just sit back here and cry for a while, considering how horrible it is that you'll never grace this establishment again.
M: Okay. *Click*
Wow. Maybe I could have been a little more helpful, but after his last comment, I really couldn't care any more. Sides, the way I figure it, he'll be back in to bother us at some point within the next month. We're never lucky enough to have nasty customers follow through with their threats to never shop here again.
Title 2: Do you work here?
I work with food. So I have to wear a hair net, gloves, and of course the normal uniform, with the wonderful namebadge that says "Hi, I'm disgruntled employee #24709, how may I help you? "
M: Yes, can I help you?
SC: Do you work here?
IW: No, I'm just the mascot. I stand back here and distract people while our workers go outside and let all the air out of your tires.
...I don't think I have to tell anyone just how hard I had to bite my tongue on this one....
Title 3: Hooked on Jesus worked for me....
We have an endless flow of customers who determine that they have to explain the simplest things for us... like how 'thin' a 'very, very, very, very thin' slice of meat or cheese should be. You know what? I kinda figured it out after the second 'very.' Anyway, we also have trouble with people wanting to spell out simple names for us when we take orders, like 'Bob,' 'Joe,' or 'Smith.' Things like that.
I was called over to the bakery to write on some guy's cake. They called me, because at a certain point in the day, I'm the only one who can really write on cakes. So I head over.
SC: I want something written on a cake.
IW: Really? I kind of figured that out already.
M: What would you like written sir?
SC: Well... it's for a religious event.
M:...
SC: So let's put 'Jesus is king' on there!
M: M'kay....
Not really that big a deal, as far as I'm concerned. I've done tons of 'happy birthday Jesus' cakes around Christmas, so this isn't anything new for me. I grab the frosting that he wanted, and start writing out the message, when he interrupts.
SC: That's 'J-E-S-U-S...'
M: O_o
IW1: Really? Great! I was just about to ask! After all, I've never heard that strange name before!
IW2: I was wondering about that... people have asked for me to write this Jesus fellow's name on cakes before. He seems pretty popular... who is he exactly?
Other things came to mind to say, but those were the most prevalent. Thankfully I've got a solid deathlock on my tongue, or else I'd probably be out of a job by now....
So it's probably best to go ahead and tell the stories.M: me
SC: Sucky customer
IW: I wish I would say this.... (But I don't, cause it would probably get me fired.)
Title 1: And I should care because...?
It was past closing time for our deli, and I was doing some final cleaning before getting ready to go home for the night. Someone paged our department, so I went ahead and picked up. Usually, it's someone asking our hours, or wondering if they can still get what our department serves.
M: Yes, this is Deli.
SC: I want to know if you have the king crab legs in your ad.
M: O_o Uh, this is the deli department.... something like that would be in seafood.
SC: Well, I talked to the guy on the phone, and told him what I wanted, and he said he'd transfer me to the right department!! *Snarls*
(At this point, I'm not sure who is the bigger idiot. The SC, for not knowing that Crab legs are sold in the seafood department, of the guy who answered the phone and transfered it to my department. )
M: Well, I'm sorry. I can transfer you to seafood, but I don't know if anyone is still there tonight.
SC: ...
M: ...
SC: ...you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna hang up, and forget that your store even exists.
IW: Really. Sounds great to me. I'll just sit back here and cry for a while, considering how horrible it is that you'll never grace this establishment again.
M: Okay. *Click*
Wow. Maybe I could have been a little more helpful, but after his last comment, I really couldn't care any more. Sides, the way I figure it, he'll be back in to bother us at some point within the next month. We're never lucky enough to have nasty customers follow through with their threats to never shop here again.
Title 2: Do you work here?
I work with food. So I have to wear a hair net, gloves, and of course the normal uniform, with the wonderful namebadge that says "Hi, I'm disgruntled employee #24709, how may I help you? "
M: Yes, can I help you?
SC: Do you work here?
IW: No, I'm just the mascot. I stand back here and distract people while our workers go outside and let all the air out of your tires.
...I don't think I have to tell anyone just how hard I had to bite my tongue on this one....
Title 3: Hooked on Jesus worked for me....
We have an endless flow of customers who determine that they have to explain the simplest things for us... like how 'thin' a 'very, very, very, very thin' slice of meat or cheese should be. You know what? I kinda figured it out after the second 'very.' Anyway, we also have trouble with people wanting to spell out simple names for us when we take orders, like 'Bob,' 'Joe,' or 'Smith.' Things like that.
I was called over to the bakery to write on some guy's cake. They called me, because at a certain point in the day, I'm the only one who can really write on cakes. So I head over.
SC: I want something written on a cake.
IW: Really? I kind of figured that out already.
M: What would you like written sir?
SC: Well... it's for a religious event.
M:...
SC: So let's put 'Jesus is king' on there!
M: M'kay....
Not really that big a deal, as far as I'm concerned. I've done tons of 'happy birthday Jesus' cakes around Christmas, so this isn't anything new for me. I grab the frosting that he wanted, and start writing out the message, when he interrupts.
SC: That's 'J-E-S-U-S...'
M: O_o
IW1: Really? Great! I was just about to ask! After all, I've never heard that strange name before!
IW2: I was wondering about that... people have asked for me to write this Jesus fellow's name on cakes before. He seems pretty popular... who is he exactly?
Other things came to mind to say, but those were the most prevalent. Thankfully I've got a solid deathlock on my tongue, or else I'd probably be out of a job by now....
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