What is it about being a stock boy that meant people didn't listen to you?
I was walking through the store, going to get a pickup when a woman stopped me. Keep in mind, the only thing that designates me as a store employee is my name tag. Since I worked in the back, I wore plain clothes.
CUST: Young Man, I need your help.
ME: Umm...I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I'm not a sales associate. If you like, I can go get one for you.
CUST: That's nice, dear. It's over here.
(Bemused, I walk with her. Maybe she just needs help lifting something.
CUST: (She takes me to where some items are in a case. I don't have the keys)
I need one of these.
ME: Alright, let me get someone to help you. I don't have the keys for this.
CUST: I need the white one.
ME: Okay, make sure you tell them that. (I start to walk away)
CUST: Wait, where are you going?
ME: Like I said, Ma'am, I don't have the keys as I'm not a sales associate.
Well, why didn't you tell me that before?
Sorry, I left my extra muscles in my other pants
On my way back to the stock room, a guy flags me down.
CUST: Excuse me, Sir! Can you help me lift something?
ME: (Aha! Something I can do!)
Certainly, Sir. What do you need?
CUST: It's over here. (He leads me to some very nice hardwood dining tables and points to a particularly large one)
I need that one.
ME: (looks down at my impressive flab boy build)
Alright, Sir. Stay here a sec, I'll get a jack and someone to help me.
CUST: Huh? Why?
ME: (Because I maybe have 50 lbs over it)
Well, it's heavy and cumbersome. I won't be a minute.
CUST: Can't you just lift it?
ME: (No, Sir. Arnold left yesterday and stole all of our Bovine Growth Hormone. We expect to get more soon.)
I'm afraid not. I need help. I'll be right back.
CUST: What if I help you carry it?
ME: (I'd loooooooooooove to see he look on my manager's face if I let him do that. Be really funny right before he fired me.) No, sir. I need a jack as well. I'll be right back. (walk away)