Story 1 or "I'm a grown ass man!"
A customer came up with a parental advisory CD. He claimed to be a frequent customer.
Me: Sir, could I see some photo ID?
Him: I buy my CDs here all the time! Can't you look up my Reward Zones to see my age or something?
Me: No. Reward Zones wouldn't tell me your birthdate.
Him: But I come in all the time!
Me: I still need to see photo ID.
Him: But it's in the car!
Me: I need to see it.
Him: *grumble mumble, goes to the car, returns while I'm serving other customers*
Me: *pulling out CD from under the counter* Alright sir. Got that photo ID?
Him: Yeah, I got it.
*transaction proceeds as normal*
Him: That's a dumbass rule.
Me: Well, sir, if you feel that way go to www.blah, blah,BBuyblah,blah.com and tell corporate your opinion.
Him: I ain't gonna do that. But it's a dumbass rule!
....Ok, you're gonna bitch me out about it but you won't tell corporate how you feel about it? That's dumb as hell!
Story 2 or You must be new, right?
Another customer with another parental advisory CD.
Me: Could I see some photo Id, sir?
Him: What? What do you need to see that for?
Me: This is a parental advisory CD.
Him: So? I'm 30 years old!
Me: I don't know that. I need to see your photo ID.
Him: What? That's dumb.
Me: That's policy.
Him: You must be new or something.
Me: No, I'm following policy.
Him: Aw c'mon! Can't you tell?
Me: No. Show me your ID.
Him: *shows me the ID, and he's of age*
Me: Thanks very much, sir!
Him: Did you just start or somethin'?
Me: No. I like my job, I wanna keep my job, and I don't wanna pay $5000 out of my pocket for you. I don't know you.
Him: Well whatever. It's a stupid policy.
Me: Well, go to www.blah, blah,BBuyblah,blah.com and tell them your opinion, sir. Have a nice day.
What is with men and showing their photo ID? Women NEVER give me this much grief about it. And now...
Mr. Headache
Me: How are you doing today, sir? Did you find everything you were looking for today?
Him: Oh yes, I did. I found everything and I got a headache.
Me: *going through transaction*
Him: You need to tell your manager that music is too loud.
Me:
Him: The music is too loud, and it gave me a headache!
Me: I'm sorry, sir, but we don't control it here--
Him: SOMEBODY CONTROLS IT!
Me: What I meant, sir, is that the Media department controls it.
Him: Well you need to tell your manager to turn it down!
Me: Would you like to tell her yourself?
Him: No....but you tell her a customer complained! This music is TOO DAMN LOUD! *storms off*
Me: ... Why do I always get the psycho ones?
A customer came up with a parental advisory CD. He claimed to be a frequent customer.
Me: Sir, could I see some photo ID?
Him: I buy my CDs here all the time! Can't you look up my Reward Zones to see my age or something?
Me: No. Reward Zones wouldn't tell me your birthdate.
Him: But I come in all the time!
Me: I still need to see photo ID.
Him: But it's in the car!
Me: I need to see it.
Him: *grumble mumble, goes to the car, returns while I'm serving other customers*
Me: *pulling out CD from under the counter* Alright sir. Got that photo ID?
Him: Yeah, I got it.
*transaction proceeds as normal*
Him: That's a dumbass rule.
Me: Well, sir, if you feel that way go to www.blah, blah,BBuyblah,blah.com and tell corporate your opinion.
Him: I ain't gonna do that. But it's a dumbass rule!
....Ok, you're gonna bitch me out about it but you won't tell corporate how you feel about it? That's dumb as hell!
Story 2 or You must be new, right?
Another customer with another parental advisory CD.
Me: Could I see some photo Id, sir?
Him: What? What do you need to see that for?
Me: This is a parental advisory CD.
Him: So? I'm 30 years old!
Me: I don't know that. I need to see your photo ID.
Him: What? That's dumb.
Me: That's policy.
Him: You must be new or something.
Me: No, I'm following policy.
Him: Aw c'mon! Can't you tell?
Me: No. Show me your ID.
Him: *shows me the ID, and he's of age*
Me: Thanks very much, sir!
Him: Did you just start or somethin'?
Me: No. I like my job, I wanna keep my job, and I don't wanna pay $5000 out of my pocket for you. I don't know you.
Him: Well whatever. It's a stupid policy.
Me: Well, go to www.blah, blah,BBuyblah,blah.com and tell them your opinion, sir. Have a nice day.
What is with men and showing their photo ID? Women NEVER give me this much grief about it. And now...
Mr. Headache
Me: How are you doing today, sir? Did you find everything you were looking for today?
Him: Oh yes, I did. I found everything and I got a headache.
Me: *going through transaction*
Him: You need to tell your manager that music is too loud.
Me:
Him: The music is too loud, and it gave me a headache!
Me: I'm sorry, sir, but we don't control it here--
Him: SOMEBODY CONTROLS IT!
Me: What I meant, sir, is that the Media department controls it.
Him: Well you need to tell your manager to turn it down!
Me: Would you like to tell her yourself?
Him: No....but you tell her a customer complained! This music is TOO DAMN LOUD! *storms off*
Me: ... Why do I always get the psycho ones?
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