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Today was a busy day at my Aid of Rite, punctuated with one real nuisance of a guy who I tried not to let ruin my day and the others were just an annoyance. But I saw Sunday Lady as I was watering our Easter plants, which just made my day. I had one good parent today who I will post about in Praising and also tried to amuse a 6 month old baby to keep her still for her passport photo. She was so cute, didn't really want to keep still, though. Ah well. I also figured out (finally) that a lot of the things in our flyer that are on sale during each week usually have coupons in the Sunday papers. I only figured that out because I was browsing the Sunday coupon book on a whim today and saw most of the things had coupons.
I CAN HAS STAMPS NAO PLZKTHX?
This man came in a couple of days ago, older gentleman and he seemed a bit...confused. He asked my manager about 7 times where the books of stamps were and then when she told him that I was selling them, he made sure to ask me about 5 times when he would get them and if I could put them into an envelope and give him a receipt but he seemed happy when I put them into a small bag.
Well, I'm NEVER Gonna Buy My Newspapers Here AGAIN!
This guy pissed me off. He stomped in, rifled through all of our Boston Globes and then came up to my register.
"EXCUSE ME CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?!?"
"Yes?"
"CAN I SPEAK TO WHOEVER DOES THESE NEWSPAPERS?"
"I'm sorry, you'd have to call the newspaper themselves."
"YOU DON'T PACK THEM HERE?"
"No, we don't."
"OH. WELL THIS IS A SHODDY JOB." *slaps down a $5, and I take it and ring out the newspaper and give him change* "ACTUALLY THIS ONE IS MISSING SECTION D. I'LL JUST NOT TAKE IT AND I WON'T BUY MY NEWSPAPERS HERE EVER AGAIN."
"*sigh, page for manager, process return, slap down receipt for him to sign* "Ok, could you please sign this receipt for the return?"
"NO! I WAS HONEST! I DON'T WANNA SIGN NOTHING! I GAVE YOU BACK THAT NEWSPAPER, DIDN'T I?"
Manager said, "What was all that about?"
Me: "Dunno..." *shrug*
If I Say I Don't, I DON'T!
We haven't got any cigarettes, no Marlboros, no Camels, no Qualities, no Parliaments and no Newports, which are the cigarettes mostly everyone buys, until tuesday because the contract with the vendor has FINALLY been signed, woohoo! In the meantime, though I got plenty of "Sure you have them! They're just hiding down there!" from people today. Grr. If I say we don't have them, we DON'T have them. Come back Tuesday and gripe at us then!
Sunday Lady Says, "Eat Your Words."
So yes, she scared the heck out of me while I bent over the Easter lilies, watering them. (I'm the only one who cares about any plants that we get, incidentally, since everyone else would have let the plants die because "s'only a stupid plant" and some of the poor flowers weren't looking so good). Sunday Lady was asking where the alphabet soup was because she wanted to make some woman who insulted her sister and ex-husband's family eat her words and was mad about how they set the status quo in their favor but it wasn't their fault. "It's the nature of your job, right, you see that a lot, I bet."
"Yup," I said, straightening tulips.
She left without finding the soup, by the way.
And that was it.
I CAN HAS STAMPS NAO PLZKTHX?
This man came in a couple of days ago, older gentleman and he seemed a bit...confused. He asked my manager about 7 times where the books of stamps were and then when she told him that I was selling them, he made sure to ask me about 5 times when he would get them and if I could put them into an envelope and give him a receipt but he seemed happy when I put them into a small bag.
Well, I'm NEVER Gonna Buy My Newspapers Here AGAIN!
This guy pissed me off. He stomped in, rifled through all of our Boston Globes and then came up to my register.
"EXCUSE ME CAN I ASK YOU SOMETHING?!?"
"Yes?"
"CAN I SPEAK TO WHOEVER DOES THESE NEWSPAPERS?"
"I'm sorry, you'd have to call the newspaper themselves."
"YOU DON'T PACK THEM HERE?"
"No, we don't."
"OH. WELL THIS IS A SHODDY JOB." *slaps down a $5, and I take it and ring out the newspaper and give him change* "ACTUALLY THIS ONE IS MISSING SECTION D. I'LL JUST NOT TAKE IT AND I WON'T BUY MY NEWSPAPERS HERE EVER AGAIN."
"*sigh, page for manager, process return, slap down receipt for him to sign* "Ok, could you please sign this receipt for the return?"
"NO! I WAS HONEST! I DON'T WANNA SIGN NOTHING! I GAVE YOU BACK THAT NEWSPAPER, DIDN'T I?"
Manager said, "What was all that about?"
Me: "Dunno..." *shrug*
If I Say I Don't, I DON'T!
We haven't got any cigarettes, no Marlboros, no Camels, no Qualities, no Parliaments and no Newports, which are the cigarettes mostly everyone buys, until tuesday because the contract with the vendor has FINALLY been signed, woohoo! In the meantime, though I got plenty of "Sure you have them! They're just hiding down there!" from people today. Grr. If I say we don't have them, we DON'T have them. Come back Tuesday and gripe at us then!
Sunday Lady Says, "Eat Your Words."
So yes, she scared the heck out of me while I bent over the Easter lilies, watering them. (I'm the only one who cares about any plants that we get, incidentally, since everyone else would have let the plants die because "s'only a stupid plant" and some of the poor flowers weren't looking so good). Sunday Lady was asking where the alphabet soup was because she wanted to make some woman who insulted her sister and ex-husband's family eat her words and was mad about how they set the status quo in their favor but it wasn't their fault. "It's the nature of your job, right, you see that a lot, I bet."
"Yup," I said, straightening tulips.
She left without finding the soup, by the way.
And that was it.
What's interesting is that there are now...4 Aids of Rite in our city or within driving distance, one of which was Aid of Rite, switched to Brooks and became an Aid of Rite again due to the conversion.
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