I've been sharing some of my CVS stories. I worked at CVS from 2000 to 2002, and after major management issues which plagued all of us, I quit CVS and was hired at GAP in the same mall, working there from 2002 to 2004. GAP had a bit of a better clientelle than CVS, so I didn't bring home nearly as many stories, but here are a few of the more memorable ones...
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SC: "Excuse me, sir?"
Me: "What's up?"
SC: "Could you turn down the music in this store? I'm on my cellphone."
(I do it, only because I hated the song)
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A customer was staring at the large wall of jeans we had in the back of the store. I asked him if he needed help. He slowly turned to me with bloodshot eyes and said in a monotone voice, "Thirty million cows were slaughtered to produce the jeans on this wall." He then turned around and slowly walked out of the store, never to be seen again.
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(Completing old biddy's transaction)
Me: "$3.45 is your change, have a nice day."
(Old biddy stands in front of me for a few seconds, just staring)
Me: "Uuh, did you need anything else?"
Old Biddy: "You didn't say 'THANK YOU'"
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry. Tha--"
Old Biddy: "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THANK YOU?"
Me: "Because I wished you a nice day, I'm not trying to be rude."
Old Biddy: "Hmph." (leaves)
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Old Man: "Excuse me, do you have any long sleeved t's?"
Me: *raising my hand to point* "Over--"
Old Man: "DON'T POINT! IT'S RUDE TO POINT!"
Me: "Just follow me."
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Man: "Yo, dude..."
Me: "What's up?"
Man: "Gotta quick question for you. Why do you sell pajamas?"
Me: "Hmm?" (Surely there's more to this question than I think)
Man: "I don't understand why you sell pajamas in a fashionable store like GAP."
Me: "I don't understand your question, sir. Pajamas are clothing."
Man: "But not fashionable clothing. I mean, look at this, the PJ's are all plaid and pokadotted, there's nothing here that looks good."
Me: "..."
Man: "So... why do you sell them?"
Me: "...because they're PJ's? I mean, they're just... I don't know how to answer this question to be honest. They're just... we sell PJ's and because you sleep in them they're not meant to be really fashionable."
Man: "I can't accept that answer. GAP sells designer clothes, and these PJ's sort of cheapens them."
Me: (I didn't know trolls left their parents' basement) "I'm afraid I don't have an acceptable answer, then."
Man: "Try me."
Me: "Let me get you a supervisor."
After I called the supervisor over I promptly went elsewhere in the store, and didn't hear the rest of the dialogue. I had forgotten to ask supervisor what happened afterwards.
That's all for now!
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SC: "Excuse me, sir?"
Me: "What's up?"
SC: "Could you turn down the music in this store? I'm on my cellphone."
(I do it, only because I hated the song)
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A customer was staring at the large wall of jeans we had in the back of the store. I asked him if he needed help. He slowly turned to me with bloodshot eyes and said in a monotone voice, "Thirty million cows were slaughtered to produce the jeans on this wall." He then turned around and slowly walked out of the store, never to be seen again.
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(Completing old biddy's transaction)
Me: "$3.45 is your change, have a nice day."
(Old biddy stands in front of me for a few seconds, just staring)
Me: "Uuh, did you need anything else?"
Old Biddy: "You didn't say 'THANK YOU'"
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry. Tha--"
Old Biddy: "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THANK YOU?"
Me: "Because I wished you a nice day, I'm not trying to be rude."
Old Biddy: "Hmph." (leaves)
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Old Man: "Excuse me, do you have any long sleeved t's?"
Me: *raising my hand to point* "Over--"
Old Man: "DON'T POINT! IT'S RUDE TO POINT!"
Me: "Just follow me."
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Man: "Yo, dude..."
Me: "What's up?"
Man: "Gotta quick question for you. Why do you sell pajamas?"
Me: "Hmm?" (Surely there's more to this question than I think)
Man: "I don't understand why you sell pajamas in a fashionable store like GAP."
Me: "I don't understand your question, sir. Pajamas are clothing."
Man: "But not fashionable clothing. I mean, look at this, the PJ's are all plaid and pokadotted, there's nothing here that looks good."
Me: "..."
Man: "So... why do you sell them?"
Me: "...because they're PJ's? I mean, they're just... I don't know how to answer this question to be honest. They're just... we sell PJ's and because you sleep in them they're not meant to be really fashionable."
Man: "I can't accept that answer. GAP sells designer clothes, and these PJ's sort of cheapens them."
Me: (I didn't know trolls left their parents' basement) "I'm afraid I don't have an acceptable answer, then."
Man: "Try me."
Me: "Let me get you a supervisor."
After I called the supervisor over I promptly went elsewhere in the store, and didn't hear the rest of the dialogue. I had forgotten to ask supervisor what happened afterwards.
That's all for now!

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