This is probably one of my biggest pet peeves! People who know the owner (or think they do) and are just rude in general since they for some reason think they are better than you
I don't understand it at all. In fact I can't recall a person who hasn't started a conversation with "I know the owner..." and NOT been a total jerkface.
ANYWAY!
MOB: Mean Old Bat
Me: Hello!
MOB: Is [owner] in?
Me: I'm sorry but he's not in today.
MOB: Oh. Well I'm an old friend of [owner]. I haven't seen him in a long time.
Me: Oh, that's cool! Well I could take a message for you and let him know you stopped by.
MOB: Does he have a home phone number?
Me: I'm sorry but I'm not allowed to give out that information.
MOB: Well
I'm an old friend though.
Me: Yes I believe you but I'm just not allowed. I could definitely take a message.
MOB: Well do you know when he will be in?
Me: Sorry I don't. I think he just left town for a while. He actually lives in [other city] now.
MOB: Oh? What part of [other city]?
Me: *lies* I'm not sure actually, I'm not familiar with [city], just some part of it
[I do know exactly where it is but why does she need to know?]
MOB: Oh so you're just the working girl then. You don't really know where he lives or anything.
Me: Er...I am an employee. But I don't hang out with him or anything after work...
MOB: *stares at me like I'm about to punch a kitten*
At this point she was being such a hopeless bitch and giving me such a nasty cat butt face that I turned away from her to look at the computer and pretend I was busy.
MOB: What's your name?
Me: My name is Mnemjian.
MOB: Does [owner] know his mother just died?
Me:
[why is this bitch telling me personal things about someone who is not here?] I'm not sure, I didn't talk to him today. Like I said he's out of town.
MOB: So you just run the store for him when he's not here.
Me: Yeah, I do work here. You're right
MOB: *exasperated sigh* It would really be good if you could just give me his number.
Me: Ma'am like I said I can NOT. I have actually been specifically instructed by [owner] to never give his number out to any person for any reason.
MOB: *BIGGEST CATBUTTFACE EVER*
At this point I go to help a customer. MOB grabs a pencil and starts scribbling something on a card. As I'm helping the customer she finished writing and kind of tosses the card at me.
Me: Uhh.... so did you want me to throw this away for you?
MOB: Give that to [owner]!!
I don't really doubt that she knew the owner... but if she knew him that well she would also know that he is a huge privacy freak and would absolutely kill a "working girl"
like me if I gave his number to anyone ever. I'm not even allowed to tell people his last name unless they're a cop or something. I may look young but I've worked here for five years and I DO know the owner and he isn't even that nice so I'm not sure why all these people are begging for his contact information. Just don't shoot the messenger please!

ANYWAY!
MOB: Mean Old Bat
Me: Hello!
MOB: Is [owner] in?
Me: I'm sorry but he's not in today.
MOB: Oh. Well I'm an old friend of [owner]. I haven't seen him in a long time.
Me: Oh, that's cool! Well I could take a message for you and let him know you stopped by.
MOB: Does he have a home phone number?
Me: I'm sorry but I'm not allowed to give out that information.
MOB: Well

Me: Yes I believe you but I'm just not allowed. I could definitely take a message.
MOB: Well do you know when he will be in?
Me: Sorry I don't. I think he just left town for a while. He actually lives in [other city] now.
MOB: Oh? What part of [other city]?
Me: *lies* I'm not sure actually, I'm not familiar with [city], just some part of it

MOB: Oh so you're just the working girl then. You don't really know where he lives or anything.
Me: Er...I am an employee. But I don't hang out with him or anything after work...
MOB: *stares at me like I'm about to punch a kitten*
At this point she was being such a hopeless bitch and giving me such a nasty cat butt face that I turned away from her to look at the computer and pretend I was busy.
MOB: What's your name?
Me: My name is Mnemjian.
MOB: Does [owner] know his mother just died?
Me:

MOB: So you just run the store for him when he's not here.
Me: Yeah, I do work here. You're right

MOB: *exasperated sigh* It would really be good if you could just give me his number.
Me: Ma'am like I said I can NOT. I have actually been specifically instructed by [owner] to never give his number out to any person for any reason.
MOB: *BIGGEST CATBUTTFACE EVER*
At this point I go to help a customer. MOB grabs a pencil and starts scribbling something on a card. As I'm helping the customer she finished writing and kind of tosses the card at me.
Me: Uhh.... so did you want me to throw this away for you?

MOB: Give that to [owner]!!
I don't really doubt that she knew the owner... but if she knew him that well she would also know that he is a huge privacy freak and would absolutely kill a "working girl"

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