I wanted nothing more than to stay at home in my pajamas on this dreary Sunday. I wish I had figured out a way to have made that happen.
The first idiotic event was a feat in epic dumbassery. Two fifty-ish couples are in the store and I'm helping the ladies with their jewelry choices. The men have taken up residence by the very front of the store. One of them is sitting on the stairs that are directly across from the front door. The other one is leaning against the inward swinging,very heavy, wooden (read: opaque as hell) front door.
I'm not going to lie: I saw this and got a little happy. That may be a testament to exactly how badly I need to get out of retail. Then, I saw someone approaching the door from the outside. No, I didn't warn the guy leaning against the door and I 've come to terms with the fact that karma is going to kick my ass someday. The people outside give a hearty heave to the door and Sir Dumbassington of Dumbasshire gets pitched forward about two feet. I gleefully watched for the sorrowful look of shame on his face, but it was not to be. Instead, he actually threw a stink-eye to the people who had just walked in. Yup. Stink-eye. What a tool!
A few hours later, there was this:
Customer: I was in here twenty years ago and bought a necklace and I lost it. Do you have another one?
Me: Do you know who made it?
Customer: It was silver.
Me: okkkaaayy...what did it look like?
Customer: It was round, it went around my neck like this ( customer motions in a circular fashion around her neck).
Me: ( I just stared at her, blinking)
Customer: Nevermind. I'll just look around.
Go ahead and ask me why I have a facial twitch. I dare you.
The first idiotic event was a feat in epic dumbassery. Two fifty-ish couples are in the store and I'm helping the ladies with their jewelry choices. The men have taken up residence by the very front of the store. One of them is sitting on the stairs that are directly across from the front door. The other one is leaning against the inward swinging,very heavy, wooden (read: opaque as hell) front door.
I'm not going to lie: I saw this and got a little happy. That may be a testament to exactly how badly I need to get out of retail. Then, I saw someone approaching the door from the outside. No, I didn't warn the guy leaning against the door and I 've come to terms with the fact that karma is going to kick my ass someday. The people outside give a hearty heave to the door and Sir Dumbassington of Dumbasshire gets pitched forward about two feet. I gleefully watched for the sorrowful look of shame on his face, but it was not to be. Instead, he actually threw a stink-eye to the people who had just walked in. Yup. Stink-eye. What a tool!
A few hours later, there was this:
Customer: I was in here twenty years ago and bought a necklace and I lost it. Do you have another one?
Me: Do you know who made it?
Customer: It was silver.
Me: okkkaaayy...what did it look like?
Customer: It was round, it went around my neck like this ( customer motions in a circular fashion around her neck).
Me: ( I just stared at her, blinking)
Customer: Nevermind. I'll just look around.
Go ahead and ask me why I have a facial twitch. I dare you.
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