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I work in the electronics department at a local branch of one of those wonderful mega-retailers, wherein yesterday I had the "privilege" of tending to some of the basic functions of the photo center while the photo tech scheduled to work there was in back unloading a couple of those 53-foot trailers (which I'm pretty sure isn't in his job description, but I digress). Anyway, that's the setup. I had just finished grabbing a customer's pictures and checking them out and was walking back to my department, when I was approached by an old bat with a head twitch that would make Micheal J. Fox jealous. She's holding in her hand a disposable camera, and is just staring at me.
As I approach, she's now holding out the camera about a foot away from her, in both hands.
SC: "Do you do this?"
Me: "Do....what, exactly?"
SC: "Do you do this?" *shoving the camera out further*
Me *pause for a second to give her the chance to say WHAT I'm supposed to "do" with the camera* "Are you looking for one-hour photo developing, or to have it sent out, or...what, exactly?"
SC: *clearly not understanding a word I'm saying* "Do you do this?"
Me: *getting slightly irritated by this COMPLETE lack of information as to what her intentions are* "Personally, I don't do anything with these cameras. If you're looking for one-hour developing, let me check with the photo guy" (I don't know if there's anything special that needs to be done with one-hour developing on disposable cameras vs. a standalone roll of film, thus that idea.)
SC: *scoffs loud enough that she could be heard in the next city over, and storms away*
I'd still like to know what kind of service she was looking for with that camera. One-hour? Two-day? Is the camera busted and the pictures in need of rescuing? I watched her waddle away for a few seconds before returning to my department, chuckling to myself and amusing coworkers with this tale of having a brick wall talking to me.
As I approach, she's now holding out the camera about a foot away from her, in both hands.
SC: "Do you do this?"
Me: "Do....what, exactly?"
SC: "Do you do this?" *shoving the camera out further*
Me *pause for a second to give her the chance to say WHAT I'm supposed to "do" with the camera* "Are you looking for one-hour photo developing, or to have it sent out, or...what, exactly?"
SC: *clearly not understanding a word I'm saying* "Do you do this?"
Me: *getting slightly irritated by this COMPLETE lack of information as to what her intentions are* "Personally, I don't do anything with these cameras. If you're looking for one-hour developing, let me check with the photo guy" (I don't know if there's anything special that needs to be done with one-hour developing on disposable cameras vs. a standalone roll of film, thus that idea.)
SC: *scoffs loud enough that she could be heard in the next city over, and storms away*
I'd still like to know what kind of service she was looking for with that camera. One-hour? Two-day? Is the camera busted and the pictures in need of rescuing? I watched her waddle away for a few seconds before returning to my department, chuckling to myself and amusing coworkers with this tale of having a brick wall talking to me.
If people in retail were psychic, they probably would all be lottery winners.
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