Hello all from Aid of Rite! (Maybe I should start adding a disclaimer where I work to my sig, the fuck trout line that's there is starting to lose its appeal). I hope your St. Patrick's Days were/are nice. (I can't celebrate this year, I'm only a few months shy of being able to
). Today, I bring you several small gems.
Dear Customer
I understand that you have Tourette's and possibly another mental condition and have an affinity for alcohol and you can be very much a good and kind guy. But please, if you could kindly organize your money into one place before you dump everything over my counter, including loose tobacco, half smoked cigarettes and hair clippings, I'd appreciate it. What happened to your wallet you had before? Oh, you lost it? I'm so sorry. Yes, keys have no value in buying you alcohol, and you need those to get into your apartment, dear. But thank you for brushing all the loose junk off onto the rug on your side instead of mine before you left, I highly appreciate it.
Also, Dear Customers in Line: Do NOT give me the stink eye when I crack out the lysol wipes and furiously scrub my counter. You saw what it had all over it and I don't feel like touching that counter until it's been good and cleaned.
"What's Earth Friendly Mean?"
Lady, about 60 ish years old comes up buying a packet of the "green" Scotts flushable wipes and wants a substitution from the store brand, I call up the manager and he approves it. Lady looks at the packaging and is a bit confused as to what all this "green" talk is. I tell her it means it's more earth friendly.
"Well, what's that?"
"Pardon?"
"That word you just said. Earth-friendly. What's it mean?"
"...That it's kinder to the earth? Made of recyclable materials?"
"Oh...and it comes apart in the toilet like toilet paper."
"...Yeah."
"Tsk, in my day we grew up fine without any of that fancy stuff!"
"You're Outta White Milk"
Man comes up to me and says, "You're outta white milk" minutes before I pull my register for the night. As I'm going out from behind my register to check, I ask, "White milk? What kind?"
"White milk!" he says.
"Whole milk, skim, 1%, 2%?"
"WHITE MILK."
"I know, but what kind and what size?"
"WHITE MILK!!!!!"
I'm at the cooler and lo and behold, we're stocked with half gallons of whole, skim, 1%, 2% and gallons of everything but the whole milk.
"What kind of milk?" I ask again. "You mean WHOLE milk?"
"Yes! White milk! If you don't have any, I'll go to the next store over."
"...Sir, all the milk we have is white."
"WHOLE milk, then."
I go into the back and check and we have no gallons of whole milk. I tell him this, he apologizes and leaves.
"What's The Best For Hair Removal?"
This is the same girl from my other thread about the hydrogen peroxide, only today she brought her mother. Please, dear, listen to me if I try to explain that what works for me may not for you. Don't keep asking me questions about the product in your hand when it's one I haven't used myself. The same goes for shampoo. And no, I cannot leave the register to show you what is best when there is a line of 15 people forming behind you. I'm just a glorified cashier and stock person. I'm not an expert.
"You Make Me..."
Just had a drunken St. Pat's reveler come in, singing random songs and making no sense whatsoever. He also found the windchimes tucked in the corner and his face was classic. He was like a monkey with a coconut, or a baby given a new shiny. We had him banging out in the chimes for a few minutes before his buddy finished his purchase. Then Reveler goes up to male coworker, singing and half chatting to himself and saying, "Oh, I can never be on American Idol but I can still sing! You make my heart sing, you make everything groovy..." I'm facepalming for Reveler.
And that's it.

Dear Customer
I understand that you have Tourette's and possibly another mental condition and have an affinity for alcohol and you can be very much a good and kind guy. But please, if you could kindly organize your money into one place before you dump everything over my counter, including loose tobacco, half smoked cigarettes and hair clippings, I'd appreciate it. What happened to your wallet you had before? Oh, you lost it? I'm so sorry. Yes, keys have no value in buying you alcohol, and you need those to get into your apartment, dear. But thank you for brushing all the loose junk off onto the rug on your side instead of mine before you left, I highly appreciate it.
Also, Dear Customers in Line: Do NOT give me the stink eye when I crack out the lysol wipes and furiously scrub my counter. You saw what it had all over it and I don't feel like touching that counter until it's been good and cleaned.
"What's Earth Friendly Mean?"
Lady, about 60 ish years old comes up buying a packet of the "green" Scotts flushable wipes and wants a substitution from the store brand, I call up the manager and he approves it. Lady looks at the packaging and is a bit confused as to what all this "green" talk is. I tell her it means it's more earth friendly.
"Well, what's that?"
"Pardon?"
"That word you just said. Earth-friendly. What's it mean?"
"...That it's kinder to the earth? Made of recyclable materials?"
"Oh...and it comes apart in the toilet like toilet paper."
"...Yeah."
"Tsk, in my day we grew up fine without any of that fancy stuff!"
"You're Outta White Milk"
Man comes up to me and says, "You're outta white milk" minutes before I pull my register for the night. As I'm going out from behind my register to check, I ask, "White milk? What kind?"
"White milk!" he says.
"Whole milk, skim, 1%, 2%?"
"WHITE MILK."
"I know, but what kind and what size?"
"WHITE MILK!!!!!"
I'm at the cooler and lo and behold, we're stocked with half gallons of whole, skim, 1%, 2% and gallons of everything but the whole milk.
"What kind of milk?" I ask again. "You mean WHOLE milk?"
"Yes! White milk! If you don't have any, I'll go to the next store over."
"...Sir, all the milk we have is white."
"WHOLE milk, then."
I go into the back and check and we have no gallons of whole milk. I tell him this, he apologizes and leaves.
"What's The Best For Hair Removal?"
This is the same girl from my other thread about the hydrogen peroxide, only today she brought her mother. Please, dear, listen to me if I try to explain that what works for me may not for you. Don't keep asking me questions about the product in your hand when it's one I haven't used myself. The same goes for shampoo. And no, I cannot leave the register to show you what is best when there is a line of 15 people forming behind you. I'm just a glorified cashier and stock person. I'm not an expert.
"You Make Me..."
Just had a drunken St. Pat's reveler come in, singing random songs and making no sense whatsoever. He also found the windchimes tucked in the corner and his face was classic. He was like a monkey with a coconut, or a baby given a new shiny. We had him banging out in the chimes for a few minutes before his buddy finished his purchase. Then Reveler goes up to male coworker, singing and half chatting to himself and saying, "Oh, I can never be on American Idol but I can still sing! You make my heart sing, you make everything groovy..." I'm facepalming for Reveler.
And that's it.
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