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Yesterday was another fucking half day of school for the pupils of the local public edjimication system. In other words, wayward gangs of tweens, pre-teens and teenagers wandering around ganking shit, getting in the way of the legitimate customers, and just generally being fuckheads.
And my co-worker and I got to kick out about seven or eight of them!
We had been working near the backroom doors and we could see them, running around like maniacs in the sporting goods department throwing a ball around. So we told 'em they had to go.
"But we're paying customers! We've only been here two minutes!"
"Wanna try again? We've been watching you for ten minutes now. Out."
The herd heads toward the front doors, but along the way decide to be clever and duck into HBA to lose us. Didn't work.
"Out."
"We're never shopping here again!"
"Can we have that in writing please?"
Nearing the exit to the strip mall, I hear one of the troublemakers lament "What are gonna do now? We got kicked out of the fuckin' dollar store and now here?"
Gee, I dunno, go someplace other than here?
In other news, I noticed a group of about six kids, five girls and one guy IIRC, sitting on the bench outside the LP office and in a semicircle in front of it. It was like they were having story time or something. They were there quite a while, so I wondered if they were waiting for a friend who got popped for shoplifting.
And my co-worker and I got to kick out about seven or eight of them!
We had been working near the backroom doors and we could see them, running around like maniacs in the sporting goods department throwing a ball around. So we told 'em they had to go.
"But we're paying customers! We've only been here two minutes!"
"Wanna try again? We've been watching you for ten minutes now. Out."
The herd heads toward the front doors, but along the way decide to be clever and duck into HBA to lose us. Didn't work.
"Out."
"We're never shopping here again!"
"Can we have that in writing please?"
Nearing the exit to the strip mall, I hear one of the troublemakers lament "What are gonna do now? We got kicked out of the fuckin' dollar store and now here?"
Gee, I dunno, go someplace other than here?
In other news, I noticed a group of about six kids, five girls and one guy IIRC, sitting on the bench outside the LP office and in a semicircle in front of it. It was like they were having story time or something. They were there quite a while, so I wondered if they were waiting for a friend who got popped for shoplifting.
on behalf of every customer service person who's ever wanted to say that ... but couldn't.
), and left it in the middle of the street in a residential neighborhood a few blocks away from the swamp, where a bus nearly hit it and the driver called and reamed us, threatening that he should've called the police on us.
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