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When I'm not working my new super awesome customer-free day job, I work at my dad's store. The store is small and narrow, with a large tobacco counter and magazine rack all along one wall, and the other wall has the register counter (one for lottery and one for merchandise) on the front half, and the *ahem* adult materials on the second half.
Aside from being the only shop in town where a person can buy adult magazines and movies, it is also one of the last places around where the customers can actually talk to someone when getting their lottery tickets. All the other stores have switched over to the kiosks, even for the non-scratch off games. This of course, means that we are getting new customers everyday, ones that don't want to deal with the machines. Most are great, but some...well, you all know.
1. "I'll pray for you."
NSC - New Sucky Customer
Me - You're humble narrator
Me - Hi there! What can I get you?
NSC - I can't believe you'd work in a place like this!
Me - *thinking WTF?* I'm sorry?
NSC - you sell porn here? What is wrong with you?
Me - I'm...I'm sorry?
NSC - You should be! *Puts on serious face* I'll pray for you. *Buys lottery tickets and leaves*
That was the first time I've had a complaint about the porn, and we've had the store for years. I told my dad about it, and he just laughed. He calls his store the local den of inequity.
2. "Slow down, please!"
NSC2 - another New Sucky Customer
Me
Me - "Hi! What can I" *customers throws tickets at me*
Me - *thinking, Yay, this should be fun*, I scanned the tickets. "Okay, you have $18 here, what can I"
NSC2- "I want 3 digit for tonight boxed *starts reeling off a series of numbers*"
I start typing them in, but she is going to fast for me.
Me - "I'm sorry, but I can't type in that fast, what was the fourth set?"
NSC2 - *rolls her eyes* "It was" *reels off the whole set of numbers again*
Me - *yeah, that was helpful*
I eventually get through her order by s-l-ow-l-y repeating the numbers as I'm typing them in
3. I can't believe I was finally able to do this!
NSC3 - Do you see the pattern?
Me
A young guy walks in and looks around for a while I'm helping other customers. This is what happened when he got up to the counter:
NSC3 - *throws a cheap cigar at me*
Me - Hi! Do you have your ID?
NSC3 - I don't need a f*&#ing ID!
Me- Yes, you do.
NSC3 - B*%#h, sell me the d@$n cig, or I'll have your f*$%ing job!
Me - Somehow, I don't think my dad is going to fire me over this. Leave. Now.
NSC3 -
He probably would have tried to do something after that, but the very nice construction workers that come in regularly were waiting in line, glaring at him. No corporate = no killing myself being nice!
Aside from being the only shop in town where a person can buy adult magazines and movies, it is also one of the last places around where the customers can actually talk to someone when getting their lottery tickets. All the other stores have switched over to the kiosks, even for the non-scratch off games. This of course, means that we are getting new customers everyday, ones that don't want to deal with the machines. Most are great, but some...well, you all know.
1. "I'll pray for you."
NSC - New Sucky Customer
Me - You're humble narrator
Me - Hi there! What can I get you?
NSC - I can't believe you'd work in a place like this!
Me - *thinking WTF?* I'm sorry?
NSC - you sell porn here? What is wrong with you?
Me - I'm...I'm sorry?
NSC - You should be! *Puts on serious face* I'll pray for you. *Buys lottery tickets and leaves*
That was the first time I've had a complaint about the porn, and we've had the store for years. I told my dad about it, and he just laughed. He calls his store the local den of inequity.
2. "Slow down, please!"
NSC2 - another New Sucky Customer
Me
Me - "Hi! What can I" *customers throws tickets at me*
Me - *thinking, Yay, this should be fun*, I scanned the tickets. "Okay, you have $18 here, what can I"
NSC2- "I want 3 digit for tonight boxed *starts reeling off a series of numbers*"
I start typing them in, but she is going to fast for me.
Me - "I'm sorry, but I can't type in that fast, what was the fourth set?"
NSC2 - *rolls her eyes* "It was" *reels off the whole set of numbers again*
Me - *yeah, that was helpful*
I eventually get through her order by s-l-ow-l-y repeating the numbers as I'm typing them in
3. I can't believe I was finally able to do this!
NSC3 - Do you see the pattern?
Me
A young guy walks in and looks around for a while I'm helping other customers. This is what happened when he got up to the counter:
NSC3 - *throws a cheap cigar at me*
Me - Hi! Do you have your ID?
NSC3 - I don't need a f*&#ing ID!
Me- Yes, you do.
NSC3 - B*%#h, sell me the d@$n cig, or I'll have your f*$%ing job!
Me - Somehow, I don't think my dad is going to fire me over this. Leave. Now.
NSC3 -
He probably would have tried to do something after that, but the very nice construction workers that come in regularly were waiting in line, glaring at him. No corporate = no killing myself being nice!
I hope we get to hear more pwnage like this when you deal with them. ^^
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