I got an SC today, in the morning, right after I'd opened. I got four hours of sleep last night. It's really freaking cold, and windy. Worse, it was supposed to rain, but the wind picked up and blew all my clouds away. I love rain, I hate wind. I wanted to be home in bed. I was in a really, REALLY bad mood.
So in comes the SC with her SC friend. She's got some knitting needles she wants to return, because she took them home and realized she already had that size. Now, at my store, we don't accept returns on needles, because there can be a problem with people buying needles, using them to make their projects, and then returning them and using the credit to buy the next pair they need. We're not a pattern library, and we're not a needle library, either. Our return policy is printed on a card in huge letters, and the card is taped to the counter. It's also printed on every single recipt. Being the manager, I can choose to make exceptions, but I didn't know this lady, and looking at the recipt, I saw that she bought the needles over two weeks ago. Two weeks to get them home and realize she's got a pair the same size? So the following conversation took place:
SC: You know who.
SCF: The SC's sucky friend.
Me: Me!
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't accept returns on needles.
SC: WHAT?! I've never heard of such a thing!
Me: It's been the policy for the last couple of years at least. We had some problems a while back with people buying needles, using them for their projects, and returning them.
SCF: Do these needles look used to you?!
Me: I can't tell if they've been used or not, ma'am. That's the problem.
SC: Well I've ever heard of such a thing, ever! You should take the return!
(Usually I'm happy to repeat myself in a grovelling, apologetic voice until the cows come home, but, as I said, I wasn't in the mood. I fixed the SC with my 'Adult losing patience with a misbehaving child' look, which I have been told is downright terrifying.)
Me: I'm surprised that you haven't, since the policy is printed clearly on the recipt you have in your hand.
SC: *stares, gapes*
Me: *not sounding sorry* I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
At this point, the SC pulled the "I'm never coming back here!" line, except instead of flinging it at me like a grand threat, she turned to leave and mumbled it to herself as she went. She was so intimidated that she didn't even have the courage to say it to my face. It'll probably be a while before she has the nerve to come and bother me again.
So in comes the SC with her SC friend. She's got some knitting needles she wants to return, because she took them home and realized she already had that size. Now, at my store, we don't accept returns on needles, because there can be a problem with people buying needles, using them to make their projects, and then returning them and using the credit to buy the next pair they need. We're not a pattern library, and we're not a needle library, either. Our return policy is printed on a card in huge letters, and the card is taped to the counter. It's also printed on every single recipt. Being the manager, I can choose to make exceptions, but I didn't know this lady, and looking at the recipt, I saw that she bought the needles over two weeks ago. Two weeks to get them home and realize she's got a pair the same size? So the following conversation took place:
SC: You know who.
SCF: The SC's sucky friend.
Me: Me!
Me: I'm sorry, ma'am. We don't accept returns on needles.
SC: WHAT?! I've never heard of such a thing!
Me: It's been the policy for the last couple of years at least. We had some problems a while back with people buying needles, using them for their projects, and returning them.
SCF: Do these needles look used to you?!
Me: I can't tell if they've been used or not, ma'am. That's the problem.
SC: Well I've ever heard of such a thing, ever! You should take the return!
(Usually I'm happy to repeat myself in a grovelling, apologetic voice until the cows come home, but, as I said, I wasn't in the mood. I fixed the SC with my 'Adult losing patience with a misbehaving child' look, which I have been told is downright terrifying.)
Me: I'm surprised that you haven't, since the policy is printed clearly on the recipt you have in your hand.
SC: *stares, gapes*
Me: *not sounding sorry* I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
At this point, the SC pulled the "I'm never coming back here!" line, except instead of flinging it at me like a grand threat, she turned to leave and mumbled it to herself as she went. She was so intimidated that she didn't even have the courage to say it to my face. It'll probably be a while before she has the nerve to come and bother me again.
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