A customer attempted to return two bags of frozen chips (the kind you cook yourself in your oven or frying pan) at 6pm on a Saturday...
The players:
SC: S**t at Cooking
SCP: SC's partner
J: Co-worker
Me: Praying that there's some alcohol at home
SC: "Can I return these? There's nothing wrong with them, you can re-sell them."
J: "We can't do refunds on this new system..." (true! we need the manager's password)
SC: "But I don't know how to cook them." (despite the instructions on the packet)
J: "How much were they? I'll see what I can do."
SC: "I don't know... *points at me* He was here when I bought them." (does no good because I was there for 7 and a half hours before that too)
Me: "I think [co-worker who just went home] served you."
SC: "Can't you look it up or something?"
*J and I bring up the sales logs on our registers, I discover the chips sold half an hour before, when I was out the back unloading a pallet*
Me: "It's on here, you paid $4.40, but as she said we can't do a refund."
SC: *stands there staring at us*
J: "There's really nothing we can do."
SC: *stands there staring at us*
Me: "OK maybe you can go to the chicken shop next door and ask them to cook it for you..."
SC: *stands there staring at us*
At this point SCP got bored of staring at an energy drink display and decided that they should go next door and buy some food they don't have to figure out how to cook. I think if he hadn't done that they'd have stayed to give the graveyard shift some company.
But that's not all! According to the chicken shop staff, the two of them bought hot dogs and one serve of chips. When SC ordered the chips, SCP said "What do you want more chips for, you've got two bags already!" and SC burst into tears.
And my prayers were answered, my fiance found a bottle of wine we'd overlooked. Very nice it was too, from the vineyard where we're getting married.
The players:
SC: S**t at Cooking
SCP: SC's partner
J: Co-worker
Me: Praying that there's some alcohol at home
SC: "Can I return these? There's nothing wrong with them, you can re-sell them."
J: "We can't do refunds on this new system..." (true! we need the manager's password)
SC: "But I don't know how to cook them." (despite the instructions on the packet)
J: "How much were they? I'll see what I can do."
SC: "I don't know... *points at me* He was here when I bought them." (does no good because I was there for 7 and a half hours before that too)
Me: "I think [co-worker who just went home] served you."
SC: "Can't you look it up or something?"
*J and I bring up the sales logs on our registers, I discover the chips sold half an hour before, when I was out the back unloading a pallet*
Me: "It's on here, you paid $4.40, but as she said we can't do a refund."
SC: *stands there staring at us*
J: "There's really nothing we can do."
SC: *stands there staring at us*
Me: "OK maybe you can go to the chicken shop next door and ask them to cook it for you..."
SC: *stands there staring at us*
At this point SCP got bored of staring at an energy drink display and decided that they should go next door and buy some food they don't have to figure out how to cook. I think if he hadn't done that they'd have stayed to give the graveyard shift some company.
But that's not all! According to the chicken shop staff, the two of them bought hot dogs and one serve of chips. When SC ordered the chips, SCP said "What do you want more chips for, you've got two bags already!" and SC burst into tears.
And my prayers were answered, my fiance found a bottle of wine we'd overlooked. Very nice it was too, from the vineyard where we're getting married.
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