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Good God Almighty, what a day. Eight hours of people you want to 
Yes, this is a fabric store. That means if you wish to purchase fabric, you have to stand in line at the cutting counter, have the employee there measure and cut your fabric and print you up a ticket, then you have to stand in line at the cash register to pay for it. I know it's no fun standing in line, let alone twice or more, but that's the way things are. It's no different than getting lunchmeat at a deli, or paint at the hardware store.
Not to this guy. Grown man, wants to buy some foam.
SC: I just want to buy some foam, but the line at the cut counter's half an hour long, can't I just bring it here [to the register]?
ME: I'm sorry, sir, it must be measured and have the ticket printed.
SC: But it's a half hour waaaiiiit! I just wanna roll of foooaaammm!
ME: I'm sorry, sir, but you have to have it measured.
SC: Can't you just do it heeeeerrrreee?
ME: No, I have nothing to measure or cut with here, and I don't have the barcode for the foam.
SC: I don't waaannnaaa wait in a half hour liiiinnneee! (stomps off)
Yes, this is a grown man, whining about foam. I'm not exaggerating, he was really whining, dragging out the words and everything.
So many people complaining about waiting in line, like it's such a big shock that a fabric store would be so busy right before Christmas. Loads of other people claiming their items were on sale when it's the item next to it on the shelf; I even brought the signs to the register a few times. "You can't expect me to read the fine print!" (The "fine print" on this sign is half an inch tall!
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On and on it went, until right before I was supposed to leave. Along come two women wanting fabric. I take one roll, the edge is seriously crooked, so I cut it straight.
CUST: Wait, what're you going to do with that piece?
ME: I have to write it off.
CUST: Can't I have it? I can use it! (This piece is about 2" on one end, half an inch on the other and as jagged as the East Coast. Use it for what?! It wouldn't even make a decent ribbon!)
ME: It has to be written off and disposed of, it's policy.
CUST: You should have a bag of those things for people to have! We could make use of them!
Okay, I'm all for reduce, reuse, recycle, but it would take far more effort to make those tiny scraps of jagged fabric into something useful than it would be worth. And my company must've come up with that policy for a reason, so I'm sure as hell not going to risk my job over a scrap of unusable fabric.
CUST: Aw, come onnnn, don't be so stingy!
FRIEND: She's just doing her job, let's go.
I don't know, maybe I'm just tired and bitchy, but seriously folks, do you even listen to yourselves? If you have to whine like a two-year-old over something, perhaps you should rethink why it's such a big deal to you.
Yes, this is a fabric store. That means if you wish to purchase fabric, you have to stand in line at the cutting counter, have the employee there measure and cut your fabric and print you up a ticket, then you have to stand in line at the cash register to pay for it. I know it's no fun standing in line, let alone twice or more, but that's the way things are. It's no different than getting lunchmeat at a deli, or paint at the hardware store.
Not to this guy. Grown man, wants to buy some foam.
SC: I just want to buy some foam, but the line at the cut counter's half an hour long, can't I just bring it here [to the register]?
ME: I'm sorry, sir, it must be measured and have the ticket printed.
SC: But it's a half hour waaaiiiit! I just wanna roll of foooaaammm!
ME: I'm sorry, sir, but you have to have it measured.
SC: Can't you just do it heeeeerrrreee?
ME: No, I have nothing to measure or cut with here, and I don't have the barcode for the foam.
SC: I don't waaannnaaa wait in a half hour liiiinnneee! (stomps off)
Yes, this is a grown man, whining about foam. I'm not exaggerating, he was really whining, dragging out the words and everything.So many people complaining about waiting in line, like it's such a big shock that a fabric store would be so busy right before Christmas. Loads of other people claiming their items were on sale when it's the item next to it on the shelf; I even brought the signs to the register a few times. "You can't expect me to read the fine print!" (The "fine print" on this sign is half an inch tall!
)On and on it went, until right before I was supposed to leave. Along come two women wanting fabric. I take one roll, the edge is seriously crooked, so I cut it straight.
CUST: Wait, what're you going to do with that piece?
ME: I have to write it off.
CUST: Can't I have it? I can use it! (This piece is about 2" on one end, half an inch on the other and as jagged as the East Coast. Use it for what?! It wouldn't even make a decent ribbon!)
ME: It has to be written off and disposed of, it's policy.
CUST: You should have a bag of those things for people to have! We could make use of them!
Okay, I'm all for reduce, reuse, recycle, but it would take far more effort to make those tiny scraps of jagged fabric into something useful than it would be worth. And my company must've come up with that policy for a reason, so I'm sure as hell not going to risk my job over a scrap of unusable fabric.
CUST: Aw, come onnnn, don't be so stingy!
FRIEND: She's just doing her job, let's go.
I don't know, maybe I'm just tired and bitchy, but seriously folks, do you even listen to yourselves? If you have to whine like a two-year-old over something, perhaps you should rethink why it's such a big deal to you.
I think you nailed it. That's probably exactly why they instituted the write-off policy to begin with. It would be far more trouble than it's worth, for exactly those reasons.
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