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I just remembered one of these the other day and that reminded me of the other.
Story the first:
One day I was at my register and a guy comes up to me spitting mad that we didn't have current copies of a few car magazines.
I call for a manager all the while explaining to him that most of our magazines were put out by a vendor that comes once a week. The manager tells him the same and suggests he come in on Tuesday morning with our vendor lady is here. You think that'd be all but you'd be wrong.
A few weeks later he comes back at night (one of the nights I'm off but I'm hanging out cause I have no life) and comes back to the office door and knocks. Meanwhile the MOD is counting money and can't talk to him. But when she's done she just tells him what we had already told him. Oh and he felt justified in complaining cause he spends $500 a year at <my drugstore>. *shrugs*
Story the second:
One night within the last month I'm at he register and a guy comes up (already eating the nuts he's about to purchase, and eating with his mouth open. Gross.) and I do my normal spiel 'How are you? Did you find everything alright?' And he says 'No. You don't have <Business Magazine>.' I offer to call for a manager and he leaves me alone for a while. When he leaves he looks at the cigs behind me and says 'You should stop selling those too. I had a good friend die a few years ago from lung cancer.' Cue WTF look from me. I suppose he just liked to complain.
Story the first:
One day I was at my register and a guy comes up to me spitting mad that we didn't have current copies of a few car magazines.
I call for a manager all the while explaining to him that most of our magazines were put out by a vendor that comes once a week. The manager tells him the same and suggests he come in on Tuesday morning with our vendor lady is here. You think that'd be all but you'd be wrong.
A few weeks later he comes back at night (one of the nights I'm off but I'm hanging out cause I have no life) and comes back to the office door and knocks. Meanwhile the MOD is counting money and can't talk to him. But when she's done she just tells him what we had already told him. Oh and he felt justified in complaining cause he spends $500 a year at <my drugstore>. *shrugs*
Story the second:
One night within the last month I'm at he register and a guy comes up (already eating the nuts he's about to purchase, and eating with his mouth open. Gross.) and I do my normal spiel 'How are you? Did you find everything alright?' And he says 'No. You don't have <Business Magazine>.' I offer to call for a manager and he leaves me alone for a while. When he leaves he looks at the cigs behind me and says 'You should stop selling those too. I had a good friend die a few years ago from lung cancer.' Cue WTF look from me. I suppose he just liked to complain.
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