Well, actually, we do, but we got sick of cleaning up the mess that people leave so we changed the rules. Now I get this:
(The following took place between the hours of 4pm and 9pm Eastern Time. All characters are entirely non-fictional, any and all similarities are intended. The situations described henceforth is recollected to the best of my abilities. I herein state I have left out no small detail and if I have I will rectify as soon as possible.)
Customer that Neeeeeeds the Loo: Where's your bathroom? -Looks expectant-
RW: (No please?) Unfortunately, we don't have one.
Loo-Customer: What do you mean you don't have one? I have to use the bathroom. -Still looks expactant-
RW: (Whaddaya want me to do about it?) Closest bathroom as the crow flys is Wally World, by time is Papa's. If you use Papa's then it'd be polite to buy a soda or something for them letting you use their bathroom.
Loo-Customer: Then what am I supposed to do with my cart? -Still looks expectant-
RW: (why are you looking at me like that?) You can leave it right here, I can make sure no one goes off with it.
Loo-Customer: ...fine. I'll Be. Right. Back. -tottles...SLOWLY....off-
Customer's Brother comes by looking for his Sister's stuff (about 30 minutes or so later).
Customer's Brother: -In a demanding tone- How come you don't have a bathroom?
RW: It's not a requirement for a small retail store to have one.
Customer's Brother: -Glare- Then what do you do when you've got to go?
RW: I go to Papa's or to Wally World.
Customer's Brother: -Still glaring, but now looks expectant- You should have a bathroom built.
RW: We don't really need one, but if you feel that strongly about it you'd have to take it up with the new property manager.
Customer's brother: -Sneers at me, pays for his Sister's stuff, and leaves.-
For the people that do know that we have a bathroom and tries to weedle the permission out of me, I tell them it's Corporate Policy now and I am unable to break it because I like my job. They still sneer at me and wander off.
I'm getting sick of the sneering.
(The following took place between the hours of 4pm and 9pm Eastern Time. All characters are entirely non-fictional, any and all similarities are intended. The situations described henceforth is recollected to the best of my abilities. I herein state I have left out no small detail and if I have I will rectify as soon as possible.)
Customer that Neeeeeeds the Loo: Where's your bathroom? -Looks expectant-
RW: (No please?) Unfortunately, we don't have one.
Loo-Customer: What do you mean you don't have one? I have to use the bathroom. -Still looks expactant-
RW: (Whaddaya want me to do about it?) Closest bathroom as the crow flys is Wally World, by time is Papa's. If you use Papa's then it'd be polite to buy a soda or something for them letting you use their bathroom.
Loo-Customer: Then what am I supposed to do with my cart? -Still looks expectant-
RW: (why are you looking at me like that?) You can leave it right here, I can make sure no one goes off with it.
Loo-Customer: ...fine. I'll Be. Right. Back. -tottles...SLOWLY....off-
Customer's Brother comes by looking for his Sister's stuff (about 30 minutes or so later).
Customer's Brother: -In a demanding tone- How come you don't have a bathroom?
RW: It's not a requirement for a small retail store to have one.
Customer's Brother: -Glare- Then what do you do when you've got to go?
RW: I go to Papa's or to Wally World.
Customer's Brother: -Still glaring, but now looks expectant- You should have a bathroom built.
RW: We don't really need one, but if you feel that strongly about it you'd have to take it up with the new property manager.
Customer's brother: -Sneers at me, pays for his Sister's stuff, and leaves.-
For the people that do know that we have a bathroom and tries to weedle the permission out of me, I tell them it's Corporate Policy now and I am unable to break it because I like my job. They still sneer at me and wander off.
I'm getting sick of the sneering.
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