Reading through some of the older posts reminded me of this.
I both love and hate working Sundays, because we're only open from noon to five pm. It's a short, easy day. On the other hand, more people are out to pull on our door and knock and try to wave me down if they see me inside. I've taken to walking over to the window and silently pointing to our hours.
Well, a few Sundays ago, I get in, lock the door behind me, and go to put my bag down and get the register cash out of the safe. As I'm walking up to the registers (near the door) I see a woman pulling. Then knocking. Then banging and shouting something I can't properly hear through the glass. For whatever dumb reason I stash the money and go to the door (I dunno, maybe the coffee hadn't kicked in?). Now, be aware, the lights were still off. I'd turned the alarm off not 3 minutes ago. I can only assume she was parked somewhere and waiting for me (we're downtown, so it's street parking, no lots).
Me: Sorry, we don't open until noon. (using my whole body to block the two inches I've opened the door, because I saw her try to jump in when she heard the lock click)
Sucky Lady: But I'll only be a minute.
Me: Sorry, I can't let you in.
SL: But I just want to make a return!!!
Me: Well I couldn't help you anyway, the registers aren't open.
She was trying to weasel her way in, so I cut her off with goodbye and shut the door. I really shouldn't have opened it at all. The rules are there for a reason. Usually to protect me, interestingly enough.
She watched me go about opening for about ten minutes, then walked off. Didn't even bother to come back that day.
I both love and hate working Sundays, because we're only open from noon to five pm. It's a short, easy day. On the other hand, more people are out to pull on our door and knock and try to wave me down if they see me inside. I've taken to walking over to the window and silently pointing to our hours.
Well, a few Sundays ago, I get in, lock the door behind me, and go to put my bag down and get the register cash out of the safe. As I'm walking up to the registers (near the door) I see a woman pulling. Then knocking. Then banging and shouting something I can't properly hear through the glass. For whatever dumb reason I stash the money and go to the door (I dunno, maybe the coffee hadn't kicked in?). Now, be aware, the lights were still off. I'd turned the alarm off not 3 minutes ago. I can only assume she was parked somewhere and waiting for me (we're downtown, so it's street parking, no lots).
Me: Sorry, we don't open until noon. (using my whole body to block the two inches I've opened the door, because I saw her try to jump in when she heard the lock click)
Sucky Lady: But I'll only be a minute.
Me: Sorry, I can't let you in.
SL: But I just want to make a return!!!
Me: Well I couldn't help you anyway, the registers aren't open.
She was trying to weasel her way in, so I cut her off with goodbye and shut the door. I really shouldn't have opened it at all. The rules are there for a reason. Usually to protect me, interestingly enough.
She watched me go about opening for about ten minutes, then walked off. Didn't even bother to come back that day.
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