The list keeps growing and growing . . .
In no particular order:
People who come in, fiddle with the stereos or tv sets, turn them way up loud and walk away.
We keep guitars behind the counter, people come in, want to see a guitar, they have no intentions of purchasing, tune it, then hand it back. At least play a song first . . . make wasting my time more worthwile.
Kids, who have no money, that ask to see certain things from behind the counter, just so they can touch it or play with it.
People who ask, "do you work here?" when I'm wearing a work shirt the same as everyone else in the store (it's pretty obvious).
People who help themselves to things behind the counter, like reaching over and under the glass to grab a CD.
People who claim they can go behind the counter to look at the DVDs (which there are tons, they all don't fit in the case, so we keep the overflow on the floor). It's a rule, we don't allow people behind the counter, it's been like that for awhile, stop arguing and get over yourself.
People who argue with you and you know they're wrong but they still argue.
People who treat you like crap because they're having a bad day.
People who spit on the floor or leave their garbage on the shelves, come one people, we do have garbage cans.
People who come in and ask if we have a certain something, when I reply, "sorry we don't" they still stand there, staring blankly at you. "Nope, still don't have it."
People who come in a bitch about our prices (we're a Pawn Shop), and say Wal*Mart is so much cheaper. Guess what, Einstein? We're not Wal*Mart! Plus, you can't haggle prices at Wal*Mart, and the reason we may be slightlymore expensive than Wal*Mart is that the item you're bitching about is a well-known brand name, and Wal*Mart may have a similar item for either the same price or cheaper, but it's an off-brand. There's your price difference, retard.
People who make you go through the trouble of getting something from up high, they wander away.
That's all I can think of right now, I'm sure you guys will find more to add later!
kg
In no particular order:
People who come in, fiddle with the stereos or tv sets, turn them way up loud and walk away.
We keep guitars behind the counter, people come in, want to see a guitar, they have no intentions of purchasing, tune it, then hand it back. At least play a song first . . . make wasting my time more worthwile.
Kids, who have no money, that ask to see certain things from behind the counter, just so they can touch it or play with it.
People who ask, "do you work here?" when I'm wearing a work shirt the same as everyone else in the store (it's pretty obvious).
People who help themselves to things behind the counter, like reaching over and under the glass to grab a CD.
People who claim they can go behind the counter to look at the DVDs (which there are tons, they all don't fit in the case, so we keep the overflow on the floor). It's a rule, we don't allow people behind the counter, it's been like that for awhile, stop arguing and get over yourself.
People who argue with you and you know they're wrong but they still argue.
People who treat you like crap because they're having a bad day.
People who spit on the floor or leave their garbage on the shelves, come one people, we do have garbage cans.
People who come in and ask if we have a certain something, when I reply, "sorry we don't" they still stand there, staring blankly at you. "Nope, still don't have it."
People who come in a bitch about our prices (we're a Pawn Shop), and say Wal*Mart is so much cheaper. Guess what, Einstein? We're not Wal*Mart! Plus, you can't haggle prices at Wal*Mart, and the reason we may be slightlymore expensive than Wal*Mart is that the item you're bitching about is a well-known brand name, and Wal*Mart may have a similar item for either the same price or cheaper, but it's an off-brand. There's your price difference, retard.
People who make you go through the trouble of getting something from up high, they wander away.
That's all I can think of right now, I'm sure you guys will find more to add later!
kg
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