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...and on my butt. I have a bad lower back and I haven't been able to stand or sit for any considerable amount of time.
So I have a few memorable SC stories from the past couple of weeks, but a couple of them really stand out.
SC#1
This young lady had come in a while back and I was sure she had stuffed a can of pop in her purse, but I wasn't 100% sure so I didn't say anything.
She comes in the other day, so I figure I'll keep my eye on her. She walks up to the cooler and grabs 2 can drinks. She takes them in one hand and I see her pull her purse open.
Now I can't see her because the shelves are in the way, but there's a 36" diameter see all around mirror in the corner and I'm watching her in that. I guess she can sense that someone is watching her because she looks over her right shoulder at me. She says, "These cans are cold." (Yeah, we tried serving them hot, but the cans kept exploding
) She puts the cans down on the shelf.
I keep serving customers and I keep watching her in the mirror and she keeps looking over her shoulder at me. She now opens her puse and pretends she's looking for something. I know what she's doing. She stalling, hoping I get distracted for a few seconds and she'll pop the pop in her purse and walk out. But everytime she looks at me, I'm looking at her. And I still have customers in the store.
SC: STOP WATCHING ME!!
ME: I'm watching you watching me.
SC: I'M NOT A THIEF!! (guilty conscience?)
ME: I didn't say you were, but there's only two reasons you'd be watching me the way you are. The first reason is you're trying to steal those two can drinks...
SC: I AM NOT...
ME: ...or you want me.
SC: *GASP*
ME: So if you're not trying to steal....
SC: F*CK YOU!!
ME: WOW! We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already swearing at me. I'm sorry. I don't think our relationship is going to work out. And I'm flattered , but I already have a girlfriend.
SC: F*CK OFF!!
ME:
She stomps out of the store. The customers that were in the store shared a good laugh with me and I had to explain what was going on to a a couple more who came in at the tell end of our exchange.
The funny thing is, a few minutes later a reporter came in to interview me about all the armed robberies and thefts that are going on in my area of the city.
SC#2
It's March Break so I've had more kids than I want coming in the store. One comes in today and he's trying to grab a drink off the top shelf of the cooler but he's too short. So he looks at me and I tell him to wait. I told him not to climb up and that I'd go back and get it for him. The lip of the cooler door is only about an inch wide. He totally ignores me and places his foot on the lip of the cooler door to climb up and get his drink but he can't find a hand-hold to climb up. I once again tell him to wait.
Just as I get there, he pulls himself up and grabs the drink. I take it out of his hand.
ME: Get out.
KID: Why?
ME: Did you not hear me tell you to wait?
KID: Yeah. But I could get it myself.
ME: And I told you to wait twice and you ignored me. You looked me right in the face and you ignored what I was telling you. Now get out.
He runs out the the store to a waiting van and I can see that he's crying. He opens up the side door and he climbs in. After a brief conversation, the driver's side door opens and this lady comes running towards the store.
MOM: What did you do to my son?
ME: I kicked him out the store.
MOM: Why?
ME: Because he doesn't listen.
MOM: You had no right to kick him out.
ME: Oh, but I did. I told him twice that I would get his drink for him and both times he ignored me. He looked me right in the face and completely ignored me. If he had climbed up on the lip of the cooler door and he slipped and he broke an ankle or got a scrape, you'd be in here screaming at me that your son got hurt. I'm the one who's responsible for what happens in here while I'm working.
I took her to the back of the store and showed her exactly what happened. I showed her where her son had placed his foot and demonsrated how he pulled himself up. I explained to her all the ways he could have injured himself.
And to avoid the inevitable, "My son isn't like that. He's a good son." argument, I handed her the drink I took from him and offered to serve her. She payed for it and left.
So I have a few memorable SC stories from the past couple of weeks, but a couple of them really stand out.
SC#1
This young lady had come in a while back and I was sure she had stuffed a can of pop in her purse, but I wasn't 100% sure so I didn't say anything.
She comes in the other day, so I figure I'll keep my eye on her. She walks up to the cooler and grabs 2 can drinks. She takes them in one hand and I see her pull her purse open.
Now I can't see her because the shelves are in the way, but there's a 36" diameter see all around mirror in the corner and I'm watching her in that. I guess she can sense that someone is watching her because she looks over her right shoulder at me. She says, "These cans are cold." (Yeah, we tried serving them hot, but the cans kept exploding
) She puts the cans down on the shelf.I keep serving customers and I keep watching her in the mirror and she keeps looking over her shoulder at me. She now opens her puse and pretends she's looking for something. I know what she's doing. She stalling, hoping I get distracted for a few seconds and she'll pop the pop in her purse and walk out. But everytime she looks at me, I'm looking at her. And I still have customers in the store.
SC: STOP WATCHING ME!!
ME: I'm watching you watching me.
SC: I'M NOT A THIEF!! (guilty conscience?)
ME: I didn't say you were, but there's only two reasons you'd be watching me the way you are. The first reason is you're trying to steal those two can drinks...
SC: I AM NOT...
ME: ...or you want me.
SC: *GASP*
ME: So if you're not trying to steal....
SC: F*CK YOU!!
ME: WOW! We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already swearing at me. I'm sorry. I don't think our relationship is going to work out. And I'm flattered , but I already have a girlfriend.
SC: F*CK OFF!!
ME:
She stomps out of the store. The customers that were in the store shared a good laugh with me and I had to explain what was going on to a a couple more who came in at the tell end of our exchange.
The funny thing is, a few minutes later a reporter came in to interview me about all the armed robberies and thefts that are going on in my area of the city.
SC#2
It's March Break so I've had more kids than I want coming in the store. One comes in today and he's trying to grab a drink off the top shelf of the cooler but he's too short. So he looks at me and I tell him to wait. I told him not to climb up and that I'd go back and get it for him. The lip of the cooler door is only about an inch wide. He totally ignores me and places his foot on the lip of the cooler door to climb up and get his drink but he can't find a hand-hold to climb up. I once again tell him to wait.
Just as I get there, he pulls himself up and grabs the drink. I take it out of his hand.
ME: Get out.
KID: Why?
ME: Did you not hear me tell you to wait?
KID: Yeah. But I could get it myself.
ME: And I told you to wait twice and you ignored me. You looked me right in the face and you ignored what I was telling you. Now get out.
He runs out the the store to a waiting van and I can see that he's crying. He opens up the side door and he climbs in. After a brief conversation, the driver's side door opens and this lady comes running towards the store.
MOM: What did you do to my son?
ME: I kicked him out the store.
MOM: Why?
ME: Because he doesn't listen.
MOM: You had no right to kick him out.
ME: Oh, but I did. I told him twice that I would get his drink for him and both times he ignored me. He looked me right in the face and completely ignored me. If he had climbed up on the lip of the cooler door and he slipped and he broke an ankle or got a scrape, you'd be in here screaming at me that your son got hurt. I'm the one who's responsible for what happens in here while I'm working.
I took her to the back of the store and showed her exactly what happened. I showed her where her son had placed his foot and demonsrated how he pulled himself up. I explained to her all the ways he could have injured himself.
And to avoid the inevitable, "My son isn't like that. He's a good son." argument, I handed her the drink I took from him and offered to serve her. She payed for it and left.
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