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I have no problem with people using our bags as gift-bags. Heck, they're really nice bags, I'd do it myself if I could. One or two doesn't bother me. I've even set up a couple to look like gift-bags (meaning I put in the tissue paper and made a makeshift bow out of a sheet of paper [origami, it's not hard, people, stop looking amazed]), I have no problem doing that.
What I have a problem with is someone buying a bunch of little things and wanting a bag for. Each. One. That bugs the hell outta me. These aren't cheap bags, I know this because they were made special just for the Fine Chinese Goods Store (nice two-tone paper bags with good taffeta rope for handles, those things can hold quite a lot of weight!).
Lady came in and bought three fortune-cookie style coin purses and requests that each one get their separate bag. I do this for her and ask if they're for gifts since she wanted them in separate bags. She says Yes so I don't press the issue. She pays and goes to Jewelry (I work the Contemporary, meaning the brocades, chopsticks, sushi sets and such) to get her earrings fixed.
She comes back about three hours or so later and buys some brocade jewelry rolls and more coin purses from me. 5 of them, in fact. In their own separate bags. Then she picks up a couple boxes and more coin purses for me to ring up. As she was picking those out I asked Boss-Man if there was a way I could limit the amount of bags she's asking for.
Nope. I have to Make The Customer Happy Because The Customer Is Always Right. (*Cue CS.com Forum Groans*)
I do as the woman asks, all the while screaming in my head, and off she goes. She left her initial purchase behind, though. Crud. Why was she still carrying those? What's wrong with putting them in her car? I dunno.
After she left I acted out my frustrations and the lady next in line laughed (I'm such a comedian) and said that the Multi-Bag Lady wasn't very green. I agreed and mentally made a note to stash my reusable bags in my car when I got home, and continued work.
Tomorrow's my last day at the Fine Chinese Goods Store. I'm returning to my old job at Dollar Tree (horrifying, isn't it?) because I can't afford the 54 mile round-trip it takes me since I'm driving a gas guzzler. Got my eye on a little motorcycle, though. I just have to convince the guy who owns it to sell it to me. Wish me luck.
What I have a problem with is someone buying a bunch of little things and wanting a bag for. Each. One. That bugs the hell outta me. These aren't cheap bags, I know this because they were made special just for the Fine Chinese Goods Store (nice two-tone paper bags with good taffeta rope for handles, those things can hold quite a lot of weight!).
Lady came in and bought three fortune-cookie style coin purses and requests that each one get their separate bag. I do this for her and ask if they're for gifts since she wanted them in separate bags. She says Yes so I don't press the issue. She pays and goes to Jewelry (I work the Contemporary, meaning the brocades, chopsticks, sushi sets and such) to get her earrings fixed.
She comes back about three hours or so later and buys some brocade jewelry rolls and more coin purses from me. 5 of them, in fact. In their own separate bags. Then she picks up a couple boxes and more coin purses for me to ring up. As she was picking those out I asked Boss-Man if there was a way I could limit the amount of bags she's asking for.
Nope. I have to Make The Customer Happy Because The Customer Is Always Right. (*Cue CS.com Forum Groans*)
I do as the woman asks, all the while screaming in my head, and off she goes. She left her initial purchase behind, though. Crud. Why was she still carrying those? What's wrong with putting them in her car? I dunno.
After she left I acted out my frustrations and the lady next in line laughed (I'm such a comedian) and said that the Multi-Bag Lady wasn't very green. I agreed and mentally made a note to stash my reusable bags in my car when I got home, and continued work.
Tomorrow's my last day at the Fine Chinese Goods Store. I'm returning to my old job at Dollar Tree (horrifying, isn't it?) because I can't afford the 54 mile round-trip it takes me since I'm driving a gas guzzler. Got my eye on a little motorcycle, though. I just have to convince the guy who owns it to sell it to me. Wish me luck.
They're the scurge of the earth, ya know. 
Now you can regale us with horrors of another store!
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