This one's from a while back, for some reason I forgot about it all until this morning!
I'm at the counter, helping out a very lovely lady with her three kids. She's a regular customer and always needs a little extra help when she's ordering books or just going through the sale for reasons that will become obvious later. We're bagging the stuff they'd brought and the kids are helping their mum put it all onto the pushchair the smallest one was in. No big deal, wasn't busy, just a normal sale.
Enter uber-moron! *plays sinister muzak* This nasty little entitlement moo appeared behind the nice family and stood there huffing and puffing, sighing and looking at her watch, switching her weight on her feet, muttering to the guy she was with about the speed of service etc, you all know the type I'm sure. I choose not to dignify the pathetic attempts to get me to hurry up and carry on helping the lady I'd been serving.
Entitlement moo actually says, loudly enough for me to hear
"Jeez...why do people come shopping with kids when it's BUSY!"
I kinda raised a brow at my manager who was standing nearby helping someone else and sat back to watch the fun! It should be explained that firstly, it was FAR from busy, it was 3pm on a weekday and there were maybe 6 people in the shop, secondly, my manager has zero-tolerance for uncalled for rudeness on her shop floor, be it customer or staff, so I knew this would be good. The nice lady and her kids are finishing packing up the pushchair and my manager walks up to the entitlement moo and asks if there's a problem.
EM - entitlement moo
M - manager
Me - laughing my arse off
EM : Yes! These people are taking FOREVER! Can't you hurry it up, I'm in a rush!
M : I can assure you that..
EM, interupting : Don't assure me, just let me buy this book!
M, temper lost : Ma'am, you can huff and sigh as much as you like, but the lady can't hear you, she and two of her children are DEAF, that's why she takes a little longer at the desk than you. You don't like it, go to Smith's.
The look on that womans face was priceless
I'm at the counter, helping out a very lovely lady with her three kids. She's a regular customer and always needs a little extra help when she's ordering books or just going through the sale for reasons that will become obvious later. We're bagging the stuff they'd brought and the kids are helping their mum put it all onto the pushchair the smallest one was in. No big deal, wasn't busy, just a normal sale.
Enter uber-moron! *plays sinister muzak* This nasty little entitlement moo appeared behind the nice family and stood there huffing and puffing, sighing and looking at her watch, switching her weight on her feet, muttering to the guy she was with about the speed of service etc, you all know the type I'm sure. I choose not to dignify the pathetic attempts to get me to hurry up and carry on helping the lady I'd been serving.
Entitlement moo actually says, loudly enough for me to hear
"Jeez...why do people come shopping with kids when it's BUSY!"
I kinda raised a brow at my manager who was standing nearby helping someone else and sat back to watch the fun! It should be explained that firstly, it was FAR from busy, it was 3pm on a weekday and there were maybe 6 people in the shop, secondly, my manager has zero-tolerance for uncalled for rudeness on her shop floor, be it customer or staff, so I knew this would be good. The nice lady and her kids are finishing packing up the pushchair and my manager walks up to the entitlement moo and asks if there's a problem.
EM - entitlement moo
M - manager
Me - laughing my arse off
EM : Yes! These people are taking FOREVER! Can't you hurry it up, I'm in a rush!
M : I can assure you that..
EM, interupting : Don't assure me, just let me buy this book!
M, temper lost : Ma'am, you can huff and sigh as much as you like, but the lady can't hear you, she and two of her children are DEAF, that's why she takes a little longer at the desk than you. You don't like it, go to Smith's.
The look on that womans face was priceless

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