Tweet
Tidbits Collected Over Time:
Overheard a woman say, "It's amazing what this human body can survive."
A woman came up to me and told me that we should have a gate in front of the stairs so people don't fall down them. ...They're the main stairs. As in how you get from the bottom level to the top level of the store. A gate would kind of negate the purpose. What are we supposed to do? Man the gate and hold it open for people when they want to go downstairs? I'm...I'm just...so confused.
I looked down the aisle and asked the department head if she'd like a free baby. She turned around with a "What?!" and I showed her the free-roaming one year old who was sitting on the floor without any parents around. She didn't want one.
A woman's card said "See I.D." on the back so I asked her for her I.D. The woman after her handed me her I.D. with her card and I went to compare names only to find "EZPay Program" stamped into the card she'd handed me.
A man insisted on telling me his conspiracy theories about the current presidential candidates VERY LOUDLY. The other patrons didn't rescue me but expressed their extreme condolences after I drove him away by smiling and saying politely, "I don't know why you're telling me this." His response was "Because you look like a intelligent young lady....with glasses." He left after yelling about how he was an atheist so we shouldn't say "bless you" when he sneezed. He also tried to tell my CW some cock and bull story about how the candy "Horehound" got its name. It was an extremely inappropriate story and was OBVIOUSLY false (since horehound is a plant and the candy is a derivative????) and honestly I should have called the manager and had him escorted out. When I told him about this guy his response was my title. Damn...if only I'd know my boss wanted to see a real live alien...
A man would NOT tell me what exactly he wanted so I kept walking around showing him things that sort of matched his weird conditions that he was wishy-washy about and every time I stopped walking he would stand literally five inches from me. It was so unnerving. Every time I took a step back he would take a step forward. At one point he was so close to me that I thought he was going to try to kiss me and I was going to make a fucking scene. Nope. He just creepily whisper-mumbled, "Okay...thanks for your help, what's your name?" I told him my name and walked away.
A woman yelled at me today because when I told her the price of the Canadian candy she flipped out and snipped, "WE HAVE FREE TRADE!" I don't think she knows what that means.
I sassed a kid bad the other day. I saw him pull the label off his water bottle and he put it on a counter behind some stuff so I told him I had a trashcan so he didn't have to put his trash on my counter. He stuffed it into his pocket instead and didn't look at me.
A lady was buying a set of maracas. Her friend asked her what she was buying and she said, "Oh, just some cucarachas."
I didn't bother saying anything. It's just not even worth it.
People act like us not having an item is literally the biggest travesty and I have to destroy their idea that we have everything by saying "Actually I get asked every day for things we just don't have." It's like I'm ripping away some kind of illusion they've had about us for a really long time. Like...dude...you want puffy window clings in the specific shape of a pumpkin face. Those are so 90s. It would have been more surprising if we DID have those. Give me a break here.
We have these tiny little hands you can fit on your finger tips. Those, more than anything else, I find scattered around the store in the weirdest places.
Overheard a woman say, "It's amazing what this human body can survive."
A woman came up to me and told me that we should have a gate in front of the stairs so people don't fall down them. ...They're the main stairs. As in how you get from the bottom level to the top level of the store. A gate would kind of negate the purpose. What are we supposed to do? Man the gate and hold it open for people when they want to go downstairs? I'm...I'm just...so confused.
I looked down the aisle and asked the department head if she'd like a free baby. She turned around with a "What?!" and I showed her the free-roaming one year old who was sitting on the floor without any parents around. She didn't want one.
A woman's card said "See I.D." on the back so I asked her for her I.D. The woman after her handed me her I.D. with her card and I went to compare names only to find "EZPay Program" stamped into the card she'd handed me.
A man insisted on telling me his conspiracy theories about the current presidential candidates VERY LOUDLY. The other patrons didn't rescue me but expressed their extreme condolences after I drove him away by smiling and saying politely, "I don't know why you're telling me this." His response was "Because you look like a intelligent young lady....with glasses." He left after yelling about how he was an atheist so we shouldn't say "bless you" when he sneezed. He also tried to tell my CW some cock and bull story about how the candy "Horehound" got its name. It was an extremely inappropriate story and was OBVIOUSLY false (since horehound is a plant and the candy is a derivative????) and honestly I should have called the manager and had him escorted out. When I told him about this guy his response was my title. Damn...if only I'd know my boss wanted to see a real live alien...
A man would NOT tell me what exactly he wanted so I kept walking around showing him things that sort of matched his weird conditions that he was wishy-washy about and every time I stopped walking he would stand literally five inches from me. It was so unnerving. Every time I took a step back he would take a step forward. At one point he was so close to me that I thought he was going to try to kiss me and I was going to make a fucking scene. Nope. He just creepily whisper-mumbled, "Okay...thanks for your help, what's your name?" I told him my name and walked away.
A woman yelled at me today because when I told her the price of the Canadian candy she flipped out and snipped, "WE HAVE FREE TRADE!" I don't think she knows what that means.
I sassed a kid bad the other day. I saw him pull the label off his water bottle and he put it on a counter behind some stuff so I told him I had a trashcan so he didn't have to put his trash on my counter. He stuffed it into his pocket instead and didn't look at me.
A lady was buying a set of maracas. Her friend asked her what she was buying and she said, "Oh, just some cucarachas."
I didn't bother saying anything. It's just not even worth it.People act like us not having an item is literally the biggest travesty and I have to destroy their idea that we have everything by saying "Actually I get asked every day for things we just don't have." It's like I'm ripping away some kind of illusion they've had about us for a really long time. Like...dude...you want puffy window clings in the specific shape of a pumpkin face. Those are so 90s. It would have been more surprising if we DID have those. Give me a break here.
We have these tiny little hands you can fit on your finger tips. Those, more than anything else, I find scattered around the store in the weirdest places.
Comment