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Tales from Salvation Army!
I'm going to buy a label maker for the grocery store...
As I've mentioned before, our prices go on as brightly colored tags that rotate what colors are half off. These tags are kept on by staples and are usually on the existing washing instructions tag, collar, or other pretty visible location.
I was cleaning out the racks, since nobody can even be semi bothered to put things back, when I noticed a woman fussing in a corner by the jeans. I keep my eye on her since people rampantly steal everything that isn't bolted down. A cute little kid runs up to her with a handful of that days discounted tag.
I go over and ask if they need any help when I notice, in her hands, is a bright pink stapler. She was re-stapling half price tags to clothes that were marked higher. She denies any help and pushes her cart away, leaving a hidden pile of tags behind. I alert my coworker who is cashiering that she's re-stapling tags and give her the discarded ones. When she goes to check out, my coworker informs her she can either pay full price for all the items, or leave.
She launched into Spontaneous Language Disorder mode, with a lot of pointing to her accomplice/kid, and eventually left without purchasing anything.
Clown Shoes
Donated shoes creep me out. People have dirty feet and it's hard to wash shoes. I avoid this section of the store best I can, but since it's hidden off to the side, it's a hot spot for people who are trying to steal. However, I can see it from my sorting prison cell. Shoes are marked with size, tag color, and price, in sharpie, on the bottom of the shoe.
Two kids pop their head into my room, I kindly tell them it's dangerous back here, and to go find mom/dad. I notice the little boy isn't wearing any shoes as he toddles away.
"There is a girl there"
and here I almost felt bad for you, kiddo.
Mom must have been sitting right next to my door. I pretended to go change the hanger caddies behind the register and noticed the little boy in shoes that looked four sizes too big for him, and a pair of unmarked flip flops on the floor behind him.
Mom threw a tantrum at the counter when my coworker asked her to pay for her son's shoes, and quickly retracted when I approached her with the flip flops, paid, and left in a huff.
I want it MORE CHEAP
Wednesdays are half price on everything days.
You cannot begin to understand the joy I feel that I have to go to classes 8am-8pm on Wednesdays. However, cleaning up Tuesday is a hour long scavenger hunt. Salvation Army is also very much a "buy it now or lose it" place. Clothes go VERY quickly, sold, stolen, or misplaced. The volume of clothes we "rag out", get rid of, at the end of the day is insane. We simply cannot resort all the clothes that are left about, and put out new ones. (We just wouldn't have the room either!) Policy is, usually, misplaced clothes are simply tossed away.
We have a small rack of costumes in for Halloween. Moderately priced for mostly in-the-bag costumes, many with original prices still on them. So, $60 costumes are $20. My coworker pops in the back and asks me to clean out the dressing rooms and look for a very nice Cleopatra costume that went missing back there. She overheard someone talking about hiding it for Wednesday and beelining to the back, out of her sight.
The dufflebag with the giant bulge in it was a poor choice of a hiding spot. Since it was a seasonal item, I put it back on the racks, and it sold by the end of the day.
As I was taking my break, I noticed two kids digging in the tie bin we have. I left them alone and took my break. When I finished, the kids were gone, so I stuck my hand in the tie bin and pulled up a good $80 worth of children's clothes. Sigh.
I'm going to buy a label maker for the grocery store...
As I've mentioned before, our prices go on as brightly colored tags that rotate what colors are half off. These tags are kept on by staples and are usually on the existing washing instructions tag, collar, or other pretty visible location.
I was cleaning out the racks, since nobody can even be semi bothered to put things back, when I noticed a woman fussing in a corner by the jeans. I keep my eye on her since people rampantly steal everything that isn't bolted down. A cute little kid runs up to her with a handful of that days discounted tag.
I go over and ask if they need any help when I notice, in her hands, is a bright pink stapler. She was re-stapling half price tags to clothes that were marked higher. She denies any help and pushes her cart away, leaving a hidden pile of tags behind. I alert my coworker who is cashiering that she's re-stapling tags and give her the discarded ones. When she goes to check out, my coworker informs her she can either pay full price for all the items, or leave.
She launched into Spontaneous Language Disorder mode, with a lot of pointing to her accomplice/kid, and eventually left without purchasing anything.
Clown Shoes
Donated shoes creep me out. People have dirty feet and it's hard to wash shoes. I avoid this section of the store best I can, but since it's hidden off to the side, it's a hot spot for people who are trying to steal. However, I can see it from my sorting prison cell. Shoes are marked with size, tag color, and price, in sharpie, on the bottom of the shoe.
Two kids pop their head into my room, I kindly tell them it's dangerous back here, and to go find mom/dad. I notice the little boy isn't wearing any shoes as he toddles away.
"There is a girl there"
and here I almost felt bad for you, kiddo.
Mom must have been sitting right next to my door. I pretended to go change the hanger caddies behind the register and noticed the little boy in shoes that looked four sizes too big for him, and a pair of unmarked flip flops on the floor behind him.
Mom threw a tantrum at the counter when my coworker asked her to pay for her son's shoes, and quickly retracted when I approached her with the flip flops, paid, and left in a huff.
I want it MORE CHEAP
Wednesdays are half price on everything days.
You cannot begin to understand the joy I feel that I have to go to classes 8am-8pm on Wednesdays. However, cleaning up Tuesday is a hour long scavenger hunt. Salvation Army is also very much a "buy it now or lose it" place. Clothes go VERY quickly, sold, stolen, or misplaced. The volume of clothes we "rag out", get rid of, at the end of the day is insane. We simply cannot resort all the clothes that are left about, and put out new ones. (We just wouldn't have the room either!) Policy is, usually, misplaced clothes are simply tossed away.
We have a small rack of costumes in for Halloween. Moderately priced for mostly in-the-bag costumes, many with original prices still on them. So, $60 costumes are $20. My coworker pops in the back and asks me to clean out the dressing rooms and look for a very nice Cleopatra costume that went missing back there. She overheard someone talking about hiding it for Wednesday and beelining to the back, out of her sight.
The dufflebag with the giant bulge in it was a poor choice of a hiding spot. Since it was a seasonal item, I put it back on the racks, and it sold by the end of the day.
As I was taking my break, I noticed two kids digging in the tie bin we have. I left them alone and took my break. When I finished, the kids were gone, so I stuck my hand in the tie bin and pulled up a good $80 worth of children's clothes. Sigh.
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