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This happened a while ago, but I never got around to sharing it. It's a minor incident, but hilarious.
I was standing in my wine kiosk on a Saturday morning when I saw someone pull a shopping cart up directly in front of the kiosk entrance.
Sometimes self-absorbed customers will leave their carts there while they come in to buy wine, oblivious to the fact that they've now blocked the entrance for all coming and going. What's worse, because of the locations of the bathrooms in the grocery store, some people will leave their carts there while they use the can. I'll inevitably have to move their carts to let my customers in and out, which I inevitably get cursed out for when they come out of the bathroom. But that is neither here nor there.
So I looked up when I saw this cart pull up, preparing to nicely ask the person to move it out of the entrance. But I didn't get the chance. The guy said, "I'll just leave this here, okay?" And he walked off, in the direction of the grocery store exit. I realized he was going to leave the cart there, which drives me bat-shit crazy. It's another thing lazy people do when they don't feel like returning their carts to the corral (which is literally 20 feet away). "Oh, the wine girl will do it for me", they think.
Well that day I was in a bad mood, and I was having none of it. "Hey!" I shouted. He didn't turn around. "HEY!" I yelled, causing every customer in the area to stop and look.
And the most bizarre thing happened. Cart guy still didn't turn around, but it became clear that he knew I was yelling at him. He broke into a dead sprint.
He closed the gap between him and the exit in a split second and was gone.
So I whipped around to see what was in the cart, half-expecting a bomb. Or perhaps a pile of drugs, with the cops closing in. What the hell was he running from?
The cart contained the grocery store's delivery of Saturday newpapers.
He should have brought it to the customer service desk. He was obviously too lazy to bring it the extra 30 or so feet and deliver it properly.
I wheeled the cart over to the desk and told them about the strange hit-and-run method of delivery. The girl said they should technically call the paper and tell them, since the man didn't actually do his job and deliver the papers to the proper business (we're an independently-owned wine shop unaffiliated with the grocery store).
I convinced her not to call. After all, if your first reaction after hearing someone shout "Hey!" is to run like holy hell, you've got big enough problems without losing your job on top of it all.
I was standing in my wine kiosk on a Saturday morning when I saw someone pull a shopping cart up directly in front of the kiosk entrance.
Sometimes self-absorbed customers will leave their carts there while they come in to buy wine, oblivious to the fact that they've now blocked the entrance for all coming and going. What's worse, because of the locations of the bathrooms in the grocery store, some people will leave their carts there while they use the can. I'll inevitably have to move their carts to let my customers in and out, which I inevitably get cursed out for when they come out of the bathroom. But that is neither here nor there.
So I looked up when I saw this cart pull up, preparing to nicely ask the person to move it out of the entrance. But I didn't get the chance. The guy said, "I'll just leave this here, okay?" And he walked off, in the direction of the grocery store exit. I realized he was going to leave the cart there, which drives me bat-shit crazy. It's another thing lazy people do when they don't feel like returning their carts to the corral (which is literally 20 feet away). "Oh, the wine girl will do it for me", they think.
Well that day I was in a bad mood, and I was having none of it. "Hey!" I shouted. He didn't turn around. "HEY!" I yelled, causing every customer in the area to stop and look.
And the most bizarre thing happened. Cart guy still didn't turn around, but it became clear that he knew I was yelling at him. He broke into a dead sprint.
He closed the gap between him and the exit in a split second and was gone.
So I whipped around to see what was in the cart, half-expecting a bomb. Or perhaps a pile of drugs, with the cops closing in. What the hell was he running from?
The cart contained the grocery store's delivery of Saturday newpapers.
He should have brought it to the customer service desk. He was obviously too lazy to bring it the extra 30 or so feet and deliver it properly.
I wheeled the cart over to the desk and told them about the strange hit-and-run method of delivery. The girl said they should technically call the paper and tell them, since the man didn't actually do his job and deliver the papers to the proper business (we're an independently-owned wine shop unaffiliated with the grocery store).
I convinced her not to call. After all, if your first reaction after hearing someone shout "Hey!" is to run like holy hell, you've got big enough problems without losing your job on top of it all.
Yeah, no papers that day.
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