First(ish) SC! Hooray?
A regular day at the GreenWall, by any account.
So I get called up to help check customers and get a lady with a child standing in the basket. Big no-no, right? As soon as she gets to my counter, she goes off on the state of our shopping carts:
SC: I just want to let you know I won't be shopping here any more.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that...
SC: The state of your shopping carts is attrocious! Look at this! (proceeds to wobble the cart her little girl is in, nearly toppling her)
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not entirely sure if there's any repair service we can send them to...
SC: Well, that's just the price of business. I know it's not your problem (insert snobby voice here) but you should let your manager know I won't be shopping here any more.
Me: Well, (trying to calm her down, converse while I try to finish her purchase) our carts get left out in the rain and snow all the time, I'm not surprised...
SC: (cutting me off) That's just the price of business. My daughter has a brace on her leg, and I can't have her in a wobbly cart. (shakes it again) See? Terrible.
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, I'll be sure to let the manager know...
SC: Well, see that you do. Keeping the carts stable is part of the cost of business.
Me: Yes Ma'am. You have a nice day.
SC: I will, now that I won't be coming here any more.
Now I just have to point out there were at least a half-dozen more carts up front by the regesters, and most of them were'nt wobbly at all. Guess she just couldn't be bothered to pick a better one. Obviously our fault for not keeping up with shopping cart repairs.
Anyway, later on I tell manager J about her
Me: Oh, I forgot to tell you, a customer wanted me to let you know she won't shop here any more.
J: (looks confused) Ok.... Why?
Me: Well, the state of our shopping carts is just atrocious!
J: (laughs) Oh no, whatever will we do without her?
A regular day at the GreenWall, by any account.
So I get called up to help check customers and get a lady with a child standing in the basket. Big no-no, right? As soon as she gets to my counter, she goes off on the state of our shopping carts:
SC: I just want to let you know I won't be shopping here any more.
Me: I'm sorry to hear that...
SC: The state of your shopping carts is attrocious! Look at this! (proceeds to wobble the cart her little girl is in, nearly toppling her)

Me: I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not entirely sure if there's any repair service we can send them to...
SC: Well, that's just the price of business. I know it's not your problem (insert snobby voice here) but you should let your manager know I won't be shopping here any more.
Me: Well, (trying to calm her down, converse while I try to finish her purchase) our carts get left out in the rain and snow all the time, I'm not surprised...
SC: (cutting me off) That's just the price of business. My daughter has a brace on her leg, and I can't have her in a wobbly cart. (shakes it again) See? Terrible.
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am, I'll be sure to let the manager know...
SC: Well, see that you do. Keeping the carts stable is part of the cost of business.
Me: Yes Ma'am. You have a nice day.
SC: I will, now that I won't be coming here any more.

Now I just have to point out there were at least a half-dozen more carts up front by the regesters, and most of them were'nt wobbly at all. Guess she just couldn't be bothered to pick a better one. Obviously our fault for not keeping up with shopping cart repairs.
Anyway, later on I tell manager J about her
Me: Oh, I forgot to tell you, a customer wanted me to let you know she won't shop here any more.
J: (looks confused) Ok.... Why?
Me: Well, the state of our shopping carts is just atrocious!
J: (laughs) Oh no, whatever will we do without her?
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