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Yeah, mark down the clearance furniture to 90% off and watch the idiots come out.
#1
Purchases two large, somewhat heavy 90% off pieces of furniture (a set of tables and a tavern dining set IIRC). Exhorts me to help her quickly unload the Hoarders case she's got going on in the back of her van and fold down the seats because "I'm late for a doctor's appointment."
Priorities.
#2
Purchases a large, tile-top outdoor dining table. Arrives in a minivan. Problem; his wife and two unruly children flailing away at each other with pool noodles are along for the ride.
Table box is too wide to fit through the hatch. Guy folds down the rear seat thinking this will help. It doesn't.
Next, wants me to slide the box in at an angle. Doesn't work.
Next, tells the two kids to cease their battle royale and crouch way down. I remind him the box is too wide to fit in that way.)
Next he tells me "We're going to make this work." (We? Who's we? You got a mouse in your pocket or something?) He removes bags of stuff bought before his trip to the swamp, folds the rear seat down into the floor, and asks me to stand the heavy table straight up and down so it can slide between the seats. This also doesn't work; box is too tall to fit into that space.
I end up having to take the table out of the box and load the frame and tiles separately. This took me 15 minutes, and my phone rang twice while I was outside.
#3
Purchased some patio chairs and a table a few days ago, had them held, and then came in today to pick them up. They arrive in a large work van. Problem; it's crammed full with racks and shelves of tools, shop vacs, shop rags, etc. I have to spend five minutes helping them move stuff or take it out of the van, load the table and chairs inside, and then replace everything I took out. Phone rings while I am outside doing this.
#4
Purchases a breakfast set (small table and two benches packaged in a long, flat box). Has trunk of her Dodge Stratus (I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!) open and rear seat folded down, but no, we're going to try and cram it into the back seat.
I set the box in the back seat. It sticks out too far for the door to close. Next, ten minutes of trying to maneuver the box in the back seat so it stands up and down, or at least is safely inside the back seat and the door can be closed. It is hot, I am sweating into my eyes and that damn phone is ringing again.
Woman asks if I can take all the pieces out of the box. I suggest we try folding down the rear seat and sliding the box through the trunk, i.e. what I thought I would originally be doing.
She's skeptical, but I get the seat down and the box fits perfectly through the trunk and over the seat.
"Yay, what a team we are!" she says. We? Who's we? I don't have a mouse in my pocket or anything.
After I get back in the store from this one, I'm pages by my manager and given a gentle reminder to answer my phone when it rings, because "the cashiers have been paging a lot today and that means customers are being kept waiting!" I didn't protest.
#1
Purchases two large, somewhat heavy 90% off pieces of furniture (a set of tables and a tavern dining set IIRC). Exhorts me to help her quickly unload the Hoarders case she's got going on in the back of her van and fold down the seats because "I'm late for a doctor's appointment."
Priorities.
#2
Purchases a large, tile-top outdoor dining table. Arrives in a minivan. Problem; his wife and two unruly children flailing away at each other with pool noodles are along for the ride.
Table box is too wide to fit through the hatch. Guy folds down the rear seat thinking this will help. It doesn't.
Next, wants me to slide the box in at an angle. Doesn't work.
Next, tells the two kids to cease their battle royale and crouch way down. I remind him the box is too wide to fit in that way.)
Next he tells me "We're going to make this work." (We? Who's we? You got a mouse in your pocket or something?) He removes bags of stuff bought before his trip to the swamp, folds the rear seat down into the floor, and asks me to stand the heavy table straight up and down so it can slide between the seats. This also doesn't work; box is too tall to fit into that space.
I end up having to take the table out of the box and load the frame and tiles separately. This took me 15 minutes, and my phone rang twice while I was outside.
#3
Purchased some patio chairs and a table a few days ago, had them held, and then came in today to pick them up. They arrive in a large work van. Problem; it's crammed full with racks and shelves of tools, shop vacs, shop rags, etc. I have to spend five minutes helping them move stuff or take it out of the van, load the table and chairs inside, and then replace everything I took out. Phone rings while I am outside doing this.
#4
Purchases a breakfast set (small table and two benches packaged in a long, flat box). Has trunk of her Dodge Stratus (I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!) open and rear seat folded down, but no, we're going to try and cram it into the back seat.
I set the box in the back seat. It sticks out too far for the door to close. Next, ten minutes of trying to maneuver the box in the back seat so it stands up and down, or at least is safely inside the back seat and the door can be closed. It is hot, I am sweating into my eyes and that damn phone is ringing again.
Woman asks if I can take all the pieces out of the box. I suggest we try folding down the rear seat and sliding the box through the trunk, i.e. what I thought I would originally be doing.
She's skeptical, but I get the seat down and the box fits perfectly through the trunk and over the seat.
"Yay, what a team we are!" she says. We? Who's we? I don't have a mouse in my pocket or anything.
After I get back in the store from this one, I'm pages by my manager and given a gentle reminder to answer my phone when it rings, because "the cashiers have been paging a lot today and that means customers are being kept waiting!" I didn't protest.
) but at least we have a neighbor we can call who has one who will take me to pick up what I need (just ask beforehand and set up a time that's convenient for him and we can get it done.
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(And this guy still can't figure out why he's an EX to this day - nevermind I've explained countless times I can't live in a junky place and I deserve better, but I digress.
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