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Was filling truck today when an older couple came up to me asking for Ti-D-Bol. So I escorted them over to the household cleaners, where we found many different varieties of toilet cleaner, but not Ti-D-Bol brand.
This to them was INCONCEIVABLE! You see, some friends of theirs had just purchased Ti-D-Bol from us about a week or so ago! They let me know this rather firmly. So I again showed them the various kinds of toilet bowl cleaner we had, which did not include Ti-D-Bol, and they kept insisting that we did have Ti-D-Bol, so I just stonewalled them until they left and pestered somebody else about their damn Ti-D-Bol, which makes me want to run to the bathroom and hurl in its not-quite-Ti-D-Bol.
Then, not too long after I had dissipated my rage over the Ti-D-Bol, some lady came up to me wanting to know where a certain kind of ant killer was. So I took her over to household cleaners, where we discovered several different varieties of Raid-brand insect killers in bait and spray form, but not the particular brand she was looking for.
INCONCEIVABLE! She had bought this particular insect killer from us a couple weeks ago and needed more, so where the hell were we hiding it? I told her if it wasn't with the Raid, we didn't have it. It was possible we carried it during the summer, but almost all our summer stuff is gone, if not all of it. So unsatisfied, the customer went to bug somebody else with the same question and shockingly got the same answer.
Geez, do I have a dishonest face or something?
Then after we had finished the truck, a "green service" was paged by the service desk. This means a child has been lost in the store and we all have to go look for it. The child was found quickly and reunited with his mother, but it turns out mother has a history with us. She's Hmong, and has a boy and a girl, both about 2 years old. She visits the swamp fairly regularly, and each time she does she either abandons her kids or just loses them somehow. Then we have to page a green service and drop everything until we get them all together again. The children don't know a word of English, and although we do have a few Hmong speakers at the store, they can't seem to get the children to understand anything other than "mommy." So it's maddening frustrating trying to get these kids back with their mother each time they get lost.
The boy was found over in furniture and the mother was in housewares. But then the girl was still missing, but she was found over in toys.
You have two small kids and you're just letting them run loose in the store!? Co-workers told me they've seen these kids running around in the parking lot, both of them barefoot because they never seem to be wearing any shoes while in the store, and they also told me this is about the fifth time they've had to call green service for them.
Later, mother and girl were found over by the girls clothing, while the boy was somewhere around pharmacy. Then as I was leaving, guess what I heard going over the PA. "Green service." Yup, Mother of the Year must've lost her kids again.
Those poor kids don't have a chance. They're going to end up disemboweled and beheaded in some ditch somewhere, or they're going to become somebody's child pornography slaves, and somehow it will become our fault because they went missing while in our store. Some people have no business having kids.
This to them was INCONCEIVABLE! You see, some friends of theirs had just purchased Ti-D-Bol from us about a week or so ago! They let me know this rather firmly. So I again showed them the various kinds of toilet bowl cleaner we had, which did not include Ti-D-Bol, and they kept insisting that we did have Ti-D-Bol, so I just stonewalled them until they left and pestered somebody else about their damn Ti-D-Bol, which makes me want to run to the bathroom and hurl in its not-quite-Ti-D-Bol.
Then, not too long after I had dissipated my rage over the Ti-D-Bol, some lady came up to me wanting to know where a certain kind of ant killer was. So I took her over to household cleaners, where we discovered several different varieties of Raid-brand insect killers in bait and spray form, but not the particular brand she was looking for.
INCONCEIVABLE! She had bought this particular insect killer from us a couple weeks ago and needed more, so where the hell were we hiding it? I told her if it wasn't with the Raid, we didn't have it. It was possible we carried it during the summer, but almost all our summer stuff is gone, if not all of it. So unsatisfied, the customer went to bug somebody else with the same question and shockingly got the same answer.
Geez, do I have a dishonest face or something?
Then after we had finished the truck, a "green service" was paged by the service desk. This means a child has been lost in the store and we all have to go look for it. The child was found quickly and reunited with his mother, but it turns out mother has a history with us. She's Hmong, and has a boy and a girl, both about 2 years old. She visits the swamp fairly regularly, and each time she does she either abandons her kids or just loses them somehow. Then we have to page a green service and drop everything until we get them all together again. The children don't know a word of English, and although we do have a few Hmong speakers at the store, they can't seem to get the children to understand anything other than "mommy." So it's maddening frustrating trying to get these kids back with their mother each time they get lost.
The boy was found over in furniture and the mother was in housewares. But then the girl was still missing, but she was found over in toys.
You have two small kids and you're just letting them run loose in the store!? Co-workers told me they've seen these kids running around in the parking lot, both of them barefoot because they never seem to be wearing any shoes while in the store, and they also told me this is about the fifth time they've had to call green service for them.Later, mother and girl were found over by the girls clothing, while the boy was somewhere around pharmacy. Then as I was leaving, guess what I heard going over the PA. "Green service." Yup, Mother of the Year must've lost her kids again.
Those poor kids don't have a chance. They're going to end up disemboweled and beheaded in some ditch somewhere, or they're going to become somebody's child pornography slaves, and somehow it will become our fault because they went missing while in our store. Some people have no business having kids.
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