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My department is in one of the least populated areas in the store. This means I'm constantly being pulled into other areas to help a customer find something when there's no one working in that department.
On this particular day, our manager hadn't scheduled anyone for Sporting Goods, which is right next to Toys, where I work. The other girl in toys knows how to run that area, so she was moving back and forth between the two. It's fishing season here, so everyone and their monkeys uncle wants licenses, and to make her life a little easier, I helped sort out some Sporting Goods shelves while she was doing that.
Up comes a woman (henceforth known as EW), asking me where the kickballs are. I take her over to our shelf of sports balls and look around. No kickballs.
Me: "I'm sorry Ma'am, but we don't seem to have any right now."
EW: "Well, isn't there anywhere else they could be?"
Me: "Let me check."
I run off to the other girl and ask her if there's anywhere else we'd have them. She comes over, looks, and says no.
Me (to EW): "This is the only area we would have them, Ma'am."
EW: *Stares at me, then at the shelf, then me*
Me: *Silence, waiting*
EW: *Gives me a nasty catbuttface and huffs off without so much as a thank you*
What, am I supposed to be able to produce kickballs out of my ass? Sorry, lady!
On this particular day, our manager hadn't scheduled anyone for Sporting Goods, which is right next to Toys, where I work. The other girl in toys knows how to run that area, so she was moving back and forth between the two. It's fishing season here, so everyone and their monkeys uncle wants licenses, and to make her life a little easier, I helped sort out some Sporting Goods shelves while she was doing that.
Up comes a woman (henceforth known as EW), asking me where the kickballs are. I take her over to our shelf of sports balls and look around. No kickballs.
Me: "I'm sorry Ma'am, but we don't seem to have any right now."
EW: "Well, isn't there anywhere else they could be?"
Me: "Let me check."
I run off to the other girl and ask her if there's anywhere else we'd have them. She comes over, looks, and says no.
Me (to EW): "This is the only area we would have them, Ma'am."
EW: *Stares at me, then at the shelf, then me*
Me: *Silence, waiting*
EW: *Gives me a nasty catbuttface and huffs off without so much as a thank you*
What, am I supposed to be able to produce kickballs out of my ass? Sorry, lady!
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