After all the horrible stories I have from my job (more to post later) you'd think that I'd be pretty tough skinned. Apparently NOT enough.
So this happened to me a good amount of time ago. At my store, the cashiers have about a million things we need to ask the customers, or we get in trouble. The current flavor of the week was to push donations. You know, those little sneakers or balloons that you buy and sign, that we later put up on display.
Somehow I manage to smile and be polite, even when I want to hurt people. Anyways, buy comes through my line. Always been a little gruff, but I didn't think much of it, dealt with worse. I do my little spiel, and ask him if he'd like to donate, and that is where things got ugly.
The "gentleman" proceeded to yell. Well, maybe yell wasn't the right word, lets say scream. "How DARE you try to sell me those @&*@ing things! I do not come into a store to be solicited to! I wanna know what makes you think you have the right to do that!"
And on and on and on, screaming at the top of his lungs. He got right up in my face. I was sure at a few points he was going to hit me. Customers are staring, the brand new cashier next to me is terrified, no one does a thing. He then proceeded to go over to the Customer Service desk and scream further about how I had no right. Thats the point at which I turned off my light, went to the bath room, and cried.
I mean, who screams at people for that? (It wasn't like I was even adamant about it. ONLY thing I said was "Would you like to donate to *****)
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So this happened to me a good amount of time ago. At my store, the cashiers have about a million things we need to ask the customers, or we get in trouble. The current flavor of the week was to push donations. You know, those little sneakers or balloons that you buy and sign, that we later put up on display.
Somehow I manage to smile and be polite, even when I want to hurt people. Anyways, buy comes through my line. Always been a little gruff, but I didn't think much of it, dealt with worse. I do my little spiel, and ask him if he'd like to donate, and that is where things got ugly.
The "gentleman" proceeded to yell. Well, maybe yell wasn't the right word, lets say scream. "How DARE you try to sell me those @&*@ing things! I do not come into a store to be solicited to! I wanna know what makes you think you have the right to do that!"
And on and on and on, screaming at the top of his lungs. He got right up in my face. I was sure at a few points he was going to hit me. Customers are staring, the brand new cashier next to me is terrified, no one does a thing. He then proceeded to go over to the Customer Service desk and scream further about how I had no right. Thats the point at which I turned off my light, went to the bath room, and cried.
I mean, who screams at people for that? (It wasn't like I was even adamant about it. ONLY thing I said was "Would you like to donate to *****)
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