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The last few days have been full of these. Let's start at the beginning.
Monday/Memorial Day:
It was busy. Friends from church had come in to buy some candy and I was chatting with them while watching and helping other customers. A girl (15 or so) comes in, reaches into a bin, snags a peach ring and heads right back out for the door.
Me: Obvious
SC: Brat
CC: Church couple
Me: You have to pay for that!
SC: I was just getting my free sample!
Me: We don't give out free samples. *point to the sign that reads No self-sampling with a little picture to explain on it*
SC: Seriously?
Me: Seriously. Now pay for it. Twenty two cents please or I call security. (As if security could do anything, but they don't know that.)
SC: *rummages and ends up borrowing a quarter from her friends*
CC: Wow, go Adarhysenthe!
ME: Why do they always do that with people from church come visit me??
(It's true, the last time, someone grabbed a handful, had no change and his friend paid for him after a lot of me being very mad that I have to do this in front of people I like.)
Wednesday/Yesterday:
*In the morning, two young boys (same as group as last SC) come in and one steals an imported golden bear (yes, I have a head for these). This one kinda ended ok, but yeesh.*
Me: Yours Truly
SC1: Thief
SC2: Thief's friend
Me: Excuse me, but you have to pay for that.
SC1: Oh, are you serious?
Me: Why do they always ask that? Do they think I'm kidding?? Yes I'm serious. Eleven cents please.
SC2: Oh, I thought we were allowed free samples.
Me: *points to the sign again* Try See's Candies. *why yes, I do send them our morons*
SC2: Oh.
Me: Eleven cents please. *drop my pinky ring on the scale and weigh that (it weighs the same--yes I discovered this being bored at work)*
SC1: *pays for it* Are you mad?
Me: You were shoplifting.
SC1: Yes, but are you mad?
Me: I am supremely irritated. Do you want a reciept?
SC1: Yeah, that'll be my ticket, so I'll remember not to do it again.
Me: *somewhat shocked but hand it over and let them go on to buy some Mexican candy*
*Later, during a busy period, a woman steals an atomic fireball (did you not believe me?).*
Me: Excuse me, you have to pay for that.
SC: Oh, I do?
Me: Yeah. *again I point to the sign*
SC: Oh I didn't see that. *apologizes and moves about buying other stuff*
*behind me, a man let's his son grab a gummi worm*
Me: Sir, please don't let your son touch the candy.
SC2: *just stares at me and puts the worm in the bag*
SC: See? I didn't see the sign, he heard what you said and so has no excuse!
Me:
*Again, later and this one really ticked me off*
SC: *grabs a handful while his friend munches another one*
Me: Excuse me, you have to pay for those!
SC: Are you serious??
Me: Well, I'm seriously thinking of strangling you for that question--one more time they ask me that, one more...!!! YES. One dollar please.
SC: *offers the candy he hadn't eaten yet* You want it back?
Me: You touched it, I can't sell that. One dollar for the both of you. It's called shoplifting.
SC: Well, if you don't want it I'll just eat it then. We don't have any money.
Me: That's too bad, unless you pay I'm calling security.
SC: *scoffs, offers it back again and I just ger madder. he and his friend then just walk out*
Me: Get back here!! CW, call security!
I end up calling security because my CW is too new to know how to and I have no idea if they get them or not but I'm positive that they went to hide in Victoria's Secret--Argh!!! I left about twenty minutes later for home, so I have no idea what happened but like hell I was going to stay and find out just for my pride. My boss did give me permission to stop them if I ever saw them again, make them pay, and then ban them from the store (yes, they will pay first).
So, yes, I'm serious.
Yes, I'm pissed.
Ask me again and the sword will come down from the wall and I will split you like a hotdog bun, underside first.
Monday/Memorial Day:
It was busy. Friends from church had come in to buy some candy and I was chatting with them while watching and helping other customers. A girl (15 or so) comes in, reaches into a bin, snags a peach ring and heads right back out for the door.
Me: Obvious
SC: Brat
CC: Church couple
Me: You have to pay for that!
SC: I was just getting my free sample!
Me: We don't give out free samples. *point to the sign that reads No self-sampling with a little picture to explain on it*
SC: Seriously?
Me: Seriously. Now pay for it. Twenty two cents please or I call security. (As if security could do anything, but they don't know that.)
SC: *rummages and ends up borrowing a quarter from her friends*
CC: Wow, go Adarhysenthe!
ME: Why do they always do that with people from church come visit me??
(It's true, the last time, someone grabbed a handful, had no change and his friend paid for him after a lot of me being very mad that I have to do this in front of people I like.)
Wednesday/Yesterday:
*In the morning, two young boys (same as group as last SC) come in and one steals an imported golden bear (yes, I have a head for these). This one kinda ended ok, but yeesh.*
Me: Yours Truly
SC1: Thief
SC2: Thief's friend
Me: Excuse me, but you have to pay for that.
SC1: Oh, are you serious?
Me: Why do they always ask that? Do they think I'm kidding?? Yes I'm serious. Eleven cents please.
SC2: Oh, I thought we were allowed free samples.
Me: *points to the sign again* Try See's Candies. *why yes, I do send them our morons*
SC2: Oh.
Me: Eleven cents please. *drop my pinky ring on the scale and weigh that (it weighs the same--yes I discovered this being bored at work)*
SC1: *pays for it* Are you mad?
Me: You were shoplifting.
SC1: Yes, but are you mad?
Me: I am supremely irritated. Do you want a reciept?
SC1: Yeah, that'll be my ticket, so I'll remember not to do it again.
Me: *somewhat shocked but hand it over and let them go on to buy some Mexican candy*
*Later, during a busy period, a woman steals an atomic fireball (did you not believe me?).*
Me: Excuse me, you have to pay for that.
SC: Oh, I do?
Me: Yeah. *again I point to the sign*
SC: Oh I didn't see that. *apologizes and moves about buying other stuff*
*behind me, a man let's his son grab a gummi worm*
Me: Sir, please don't let your son touch the candy.
SC2: *just stares at me and puts the worm in the bag*
SC: See? I didn't see the sign, he heard what you said and so has no excuse!
Me:
*Again, later and this one really ticked me off*
SC: *grabs a handful while his friend munches another one*
Me: Excuse me, you have to pay for those!
SC: Are you serious??
Me: Well, I'm seriously thinking of strangling you for that question--one more time they ask me that, one more...!!! YES. One dollar please.
SC: *offers the candy he hadn't eaten yet* You want it back?
Me: You touched it, I can't sell that. One dollar for the both of you. It's called shoplifting.
SC: Well, if you don't want it I'll just eat it then. We don't have any money.
Me: That's too bad, unless you pay I'm calling security.
SC: *scoffs, offers it back again and I just ger madder. he and his friend then just walk out*
Me: Get back here!! CW, call security!
I end up calling security because my CW is too new to know how to and I have no idea if they get them or not but I'm positive that they went to hide in Victoria's Secret--Argh!!! I left about twenty minutes later for home, so I have no idea what happened but like hell I was going to stay and find out just for my pride. My boss did give me permission to stop them if I ever saw them again, make them pay, and then ban them from the store (yes, they will pay first).
So, yes, I'm serious.
Yes, I'm pissed.
Ask me again and the sword will come down from the wall and I will split you like a hotdog bun, underside first.
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