I work in a drugstore. We are open every night until 10pm. EVERY night, EVERY single day of the year.
Okay I get that it's Christmas Eve. And yes, it's a small town, so there's not a lot of options. Walmart closed at 8pm. I get that. We locked our doors at 10pm, but we're reasonable. If someone comes up a few minutes past and needs medicine, yeah I'm gonna let them in.
But not this "lady"!!! It was about 10:15pm, we're finishing ringing up the absolute last customer in the store. We still have to clean up, close the tills out, and oh... I don't know GO HOME????? Silly me, why would I want to do that?
She starts banging on the door. I say "Closed!". She says "I just need ONE thing .... it's RIGHT THERE" and points to the display of Russell Stover candy. Ummmm NO. Russell Stover candy is neither medicine nor an emergency. You're not getting in. She's starts yelling "it's only ONE THINGGGGGGG" I shake my head and say "Closed".
Now this was all sucky enough, right? But it gets better/worse? She waits out in her car for the 30 minutes it takes us to do what we need to do and leave the store. Then she jumps out and starts screaming again. My manager (who's a big body-building guy) finally got in her face and told her to leave or he was calling the police. I honestly don't think she would have backed down if he hadn't been as large and intimidating as he was.
Sheesh!
Okay I get that it's Christmas Eve. And yes, it's a small town, so there's not a lot of options. Walmart closed at 8pm. I get that. We locked our doors at 10pm, but we're reasonable. If someone comes up a few minutes past and needs medicine, yeah I'm gonna let them in.
But not this "lady"!!! It was about 10:15pm, we're finishing ringing up the absolute last customer in the store. We still have to clean up, close the tills out, and oh... I don't know GO HOME????? Silly me, why would I want to do that?
She starts banging on the door. I say "Closed!". She says "I just need ONE thing .... it's RIGHT THERE" and points to the display of Russell Stover candy. Ummmm NO. Russell Stover candy is neither medicine nor an emergency. You're not getting in. She's starts yelling "it's only ONE THINGGGGGGG" I shake my head and say "Closed".
Now this was all sucky enough, right? But it gets better/worse? She waits out in her car for the 30 minutes it takes us to do what we need to do and leave the store. Then she jumps out and starts screaming again. My manager (who's a big body-building guy) finally got in her face and told her to leave or he was calling the police. I honestly don't think she would have backed down if he hadn't been as large and intimidating as he was.
Sheesh!
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