Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

[B&NGoddess]

we close at 9 on sundays. it was quarter after and we still hadnt gotten the last people out because they decided that closing time would be a good time to do a mail out to a prison. im playing bouncer when i see a car roll up and young woman get out. i meet her at the door and tell her we're closed and just waiting on the last people to leave.

"but i know exactly what i want! please please please please!"
"no im sorry, i cant let you do that."
"please please please please! i googled it and i know you have it!"
"no, sorry. and google doesnt know what we have. did you call to make sure? did we put it on hold for you?" (here the hopeful smile gradually left her face.)
"please please please?"
"no im sorry." and i let the door close.

2 minutes later, and still waiting for the last minute fuckers to get out, someone else pulls up and i yell from the door "im sorry, we're closed!"
"aw but i know what i want!"
"sorry."
"dang."

if you knew what you wanted, you would've been here sooner. chumps.

[BaristaTrav]

Ahhhhggggg..... bad memories. My favorite are the ones that are hopelessly bleating at the windows like lost puppies... like 45 minutes after we've closed. Let's see.. lights are mostly off, registers are closed, espresso machines currently have cleanser running through them rather than coffee, blenders are cleaned and unplugged, and you can see I'm mopping the g-d damned floor. What exactly might be accomplished by you coming in right now?

[marty]

It's gotten so bad with us that those people actually broke the door pulling on it after its locked. They actually warped the metal frame. It won't close all the way shutting normally anymore. And the sad thing is, when we close, we pull the gates halfway down the doors so one can't see in without bending over. If that's not an obvious WE'RE CLOSED I don't know what is.

[AdminAssistant]

One evening we were trying to close, and pretty much everyone had left except a family of Hispanics. They were acting like they didn't understand the page. So we sicked our fitting room associate, a sweet little old lady from Guatemala, on 'em.

They left.

[Supermarket Slave Girl]

My old store closes at 9pm on weekdays, I did a walk through to make sure all customers were out, went back up to the service area and took out all the registers and took them to the cash office to be locked away in the safe.

It's 9.30, we've all signed off and ready to walk out the door when mr dipshit waltzes up with a basket of stuff wanting to be checked out, sorry dude not gonna happen, don't know how I missed him, unless he saw me coming and hid from me.

He kicked up a stink, we kicked him out and all was well with the world.

[Naaman]

We used to pull the shutter halfway down as soon after 17:15 as we could if it wasn't busy (normal closing time was 17:30).

If we got the people who said "I know what I want!" we'd ask them what it was and tell them to stand by the counter while we got it from the shelf, otherwise they could come back tomorrow.

Amazing how few took us up on that

[Whyme]

Ahhhhggggg..... bad memories. My favorite are the ones that are hopelessly bleating at the windows like lost puppies... like 45 minutes after we've closed. Let's see.. lights are mostly off, registers are closed, espresso machines currently have cleanser running through them rather than coffee, blenders are cleaned and unplugged, and you can see I'm mopping the g-d damned floor. What exactly might be accomplished by you coming in right now?

Augh! I've flashbacked to my days of working at the Almighty Corporate Siren store! I loved the ones where I would holler "We're closed! We put away the registers!" through the doors and they would holler back "That's okay!". Yeah, I'm sure it's okay with you that the registers are put away for the night and if I let you in you couldn't pay . Not happening and I don't care how far you drove for coffee. You should have called to find out our store hours before you left!

Now I'm twitching at the memory.

[blas]

I remember the door reefers. People who would walk up to the pitch black gas station and pull and pull and pull on the door.

Sometimes they were so dumb, they'd come up and bang on the window, where inside I was counting down the till and doing paperwork.

I was always scared I'd walk out to leave and someone would still be out there.

[edible_hat]

One time when I was working at a store that closed at midnight this happened:

It was 12:30 and I'd finished everything, turned off all the lights, locked the door, and was walking out to my car, when a car pulled up at a pump and this guy jumped out and picked up the hose. I told him we'd closed half an hour ago, he started trying to argue that there's some kind of law that forces all service stations to be open 24/7. When that failed he started whinging about how he's run out of fuel and he'll never make it 30 yards up the street to the place that was actually open 24/7.

When I left he was still standing there, in the dark, trying to use a pump that was switched off at the circuit breaker, while trying to look through closed blinds into a dark building with nobody inside.

[aurelemsrealm]

Edible_hat, I relate to your story.

I used to work at a c-store that closed at midnight. The cut-off for beer sales in town was 1 a.m. By the time I got everything finished so I could leave, it was just after 12:30 a.m. The 24/7 competitor was just a couple of minutes up the road, in the middle of town. We were on the edge of town near the highway.

This guy pulls up as I'm locking the doors. I had my car pulled right up to the door so I could make a quick getaway after locking up. I told him, as would have seemed obvious given the scene, that the store was closed. He said he just wanted to buy beer before the town's cut-off time. I told him our 24-7 competitor was just up the road, figuring he'd go on his way. He whined that he didn't want to go into town because the cops always sit nearby. I just shrugged and offered a half-assed "sorry" as I hopped in my car and left. I was definitely ready to settle down with a few beers, myself, and mine were already waiting in my fridge. So, I took off, and left him there in the dark of the parking lot. I circled back a few minutes later to see if he'd taken the hint to leave, and no one was there, so I went on home.

[Samaliel]

I told him we'd closed half an hour ago, he started trying to argue that there's some kind of law that forces all service stations to be open 24/7.

Ugh. If that was true, why would some service stations advertise on the fact they are open 24/7 ? That's so stupid I can feel my brain cells backing to the back of my cranium in an attempt to keep as far away as possible from the sheer idiocy of this.

[edible_hat]

Ugh. If that was true, why would some service stations advertise on the fact they are open 24/7 ? That's so stupid I can feel my brain cells backing to the back of my cranium in an attempt to keep as far away as possible from the sheer idiocy of this.

I'm guessing it's like the people who think there's a law about your pizza being free if you don't get it in half an hour.

[Samaliel]

Here's your explaination, then : they mistake houserules for universal laws. One day they'll begin to argue that Pi can be only 3, rather than 3 and a bit, given particular circumstances. Oh yes, they'll do it, especially if they can get a discount or free stuff from it.

[draftermatt]

We used to pull the shutter halfway down as soon after 17:15 as we could if it wasn't busy (normal closing time was 17:30).

I understand why you do that, but I can imagine that caused problems with lots of people saying "It's 5:15, why are you closing early?"

[Phantomgrift]

At least they were stupidly direct.
Again with the evil Greyhound- Lights off, doors locked, I'm mopping the floor when this lady screeches up through the lane marked "BUSES ONLY", hops out and proceeds to pound on the window.
I gave a shrug and shook my head while hollering that we closed at 11:00.
She turns, heads back to her tiny, junker-car before stopping, running back up to the window, pounding on it again and hollering "You can let me in! I'm FBI!"

........... Yeah, and I'm the bloomin Pope.