This guy was NOT an SC. I may have been an SE, but I was in a quirky mood this morning (2 hours of sleep, no breakfast, and only 2 cups of coffee).
I went to work at 6:00 am, and as I said, I was goofy all day. This guy was the first real customer I had. He came in at 9:30. I'm working an aisle, downstocking. He walks up to me and says "Roller pads."
I look up and say "No, my name is Knightmare. How can I help you?"
"Roller pads?"
"Nope, I'm still Knightmare. See? I got this fancy paper nametag proving it."
"Where are your roller pads?"
"Oh! They start right there." Says I, pointing 2 feet over.
Roller pads, BTW, are the applicators for rolling on paint.
About an hour later, I'm stocking the same aisle, but down at the tape section. It's quite a big section, about 8' wide x 7' tall. I have boxes of tape on the floor, and rolls of tape in my hands. A lady comes up to me (behind me) and asks (can you guess?);
"Excuse me. Where is the tape?" Keep in mind, she's behind me as I'm facing the wall of tape. Therefore, she is also facing the same wall of tape.
I turn around with a confused look on my face. "Tape? I think that's down the next aisle." Then I turn around and exclaim "No! Wait! Here it is! What kind do you need?" Yes, I did have a big shit-eating grin on my face. She either didn't get the joke, or felt really stupid, because she didn't comment. She just told me what kind of tape she needed.
Maybe I need to sleep less when I work the morning shifts. I had lots of fun today.
I went to work at 6:00 am, and as I said, I was goofy all day. This guy was the first real customer I had. He came in at 9:30. I'm working an aisle, downstocking. He walks up to me and says "Roller pads."
I look up and say "No, my name is Knightmare. How can I help you?"

"Roller pads?"
"Nope, I'm still Knightmare. See? I got this fancy paper nametag proving it."

"Where are your roller pads?"
"Oh! They start right there." Says I, pointing 2 feet over.
Roller pads, BTW, are the applicators for rolling on paint.
About an hour later, I'm stocking the same aisle, but down at the tape section. It's quite a big section, about 8' wide x 7' tall. I have boxes of tape on the floor, and rolls of tape in my hands. A lady comes up to me (behind me) and asks (can you guess?);
"Excuse me. Where is the tape?" Keep in mind, she's behind me as I'm facing the wall of tape. Therefore, she is also facing the same wall of tape.
I turn around with a confused look on my face. "Tape? I think that's down the next aisle." Then I turn around and exclaim "No! Wait! Here it is! What kind do you need?" Yes, I did have a big shit-eating grin on my face. She either didn't get the joke, or felt really stupid, because she didn't comment. She just told me what kind of tape she needed.
Maybe I need to sleep less when I work the morning shifts. I had lots of fun today.
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