Had an afternoon shift today, and all the loonies came out of the woodwork. Ran register for the first half of my shift, and the line ebbed and flowed like the tide. I’d think I was helping the last person in line, look up and there’d be ten new people waiting! I’m grateful for my coworkers who kept running to the registers to answer my calls.
Go to break, then go to cut counter. Counter is slow, so I stock thread. Customer came up to me, complaining about the pictures in our adult coloring books. “They’re so repetitive! I don’t want to color fifty spools of thread!” Okay, lady, I am not in charge of producing the coloring books. Take it up with the manufacturer. “You don’t get better pictures, a lot of people are going to be mad at you!” Mad at me, personally. Over coloring books. Seriously, she was yelling, practically foaming at the mouth over coloring books. Talk about first world problems.
Had several more customers who couldn’t figure out that fabric store ≠ hardware store. I was asked for upholstery paint (is there even such a thing?), wood stain, doorknobs and plastic sleeves for curtain hooks, none of which we carry. I really cannot fathom some people’s thought processes. What’s really silly is there is an Orange Apron store right across the street from us. It’s hard to miss. Why not go there?
Now I remember why I prefer the stocking shifts. It’s worth getting up at oh-dark-thirty to miss dealing with idiots.
Go to break, then go to cut counter. Counter is slow, so I stock thread. Customer came up to me, complaining about the pictures in our adult coloring books. “They’re so repetitive! I don’t want to color fifty spools of thread!” Okay, lady, I am not in charge of producing the coloring books. Take it up with the manufacturer. “You don’t get better pictures, a lot of people are going to be mad at you!” Mad at me, personally. Over coloring books. Seriously, she was yelling, practically foaming at the mouth over coloring books. Talk about first world problems.
Had several more customers who couldn’t figure out that fabric store ≠ hardware store. I was asked for upholstery paint (is there even such a thing?), wood stain, doorknobs and plastic sleeves for curtain hooks, none of which we carry. I really cannot fathom some people’s thought processes. What’s really silly is there is an Orange Apron store right across the street from us. It’s hard to miss. Why not go there?
Now I remember why I prefer the stocking shifts. It’s worth getting up at oh-dark-thirty to miss dealing with idiots.
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