I had a customer come up to rent a movie tonight. When her account came up it showed a disc past due.
Me: Did you return [movie title]?
Cust: Yes, I put it in the drop box earlier today.
Me: Hah, nice try, we don't have a drop box anymore.
Cust: Yes you do.
Me (looking out the window at where the drop box used to be): Mmm-no we don't.
Cust: It isn't out there anymore, it's around back now.
-pause-
Me
: You mean the one by the trash dumpster with duct tape over the slot.
Cust: Yeah, I just peeled the tape off the door and threw it in there.
Me: Yeah, it was back there and duct taped shut because we're getting rid of it and we don't want customers to use it anymore. I'll go see if the movie's still in there.
(I walk around to the trash dumpster, customer follows. I open the door and look inside.)
Me: It's not here.
(The customer looks inside, then looks into the trash dumpster, then looks inside the now-defunct drop-box AGAIN.)
Thankfully when we got back inside, the manager backed me in making this lady pay the replacement fee for the movie ($13). She rented three movies and as she stormed out she said, "I'm never comin' here again."
I waited until she was safely out of the parking lot before replying, "Yep, so you'll end up being charged fifty bucks a pop for those movies you'll apparently never return." At which the customers in line (mostly regulars) who had witnessed the first and last part of this spectacle laughed.
Me: Did you return [movie title]?
Cust: Yes, I put it in the drop box earlier today.
Me: Hah, nice try, we don't have a drop box anymore.
Cust: Yes you do.
Me (looking out the window at where the drop box used to be): Mmm-no we don't.
Cust: It isn't out there anymore, it's around back now.
-pause-
Me

Cust: Yeah, I just peeled the tape off the door and threw it in there.
Me: Yeah, it was back there and duct taped shut because we're getting rid of it and we don't want customers to use it anymore. I'll go see if the movie's still in there.
(I walk around to the trash dumpster, customer follows. I open the door and look inside.)
Me: It's not here.
(The customer looks inside, then looks into the trash dumpster, then looks inside the now-defunct drop-box AGAIN.)
Thankfully when we got back inside, the manager backed me in making this lady pay the replacement fee for the movie ($13). She rented three movies and as she stormed out she said, "I'm never comin' here again."
I waited until she was safely out of the parking lot before replying, "Yep, so you'll end up being charged fifty bucks a pop for those movies you'll apparently never return." At which the customers in line (mostly regulars) who had witnessed the first and last part of this spectacle laughed.
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