GET. OUT. (Language warning)

[tSubh Dearg]

I used to work in a shoe shop that specialised in kids' shoes and we were all highly trained to measure & fit the shoes properly to their feet. Obviously our busiest time of year was August, just before all the schools go back. If you were lucky it would take 20 mind minimum to measure & fit 1 kid with shoes, multiply that the more kids there were.

So I took great pleasure in telling the lady, who rocked up with 3 kids at 5pm on the Sunday before most schools reopened, that we were closed, despite her insisting it would only take 5 mins to shoe all her kids. If I had let her in I guarantee it would have taken at least 45 mins to sort her out because inevitably she would have needed trainers as well as school shoes for all three of them and as we were paid cash in hand for Sundays I wouldn't have gotten any extra money for that hassle.

[TonyDonuts]

...will check and double check EVERYTHING and stare at the insert pamphlet for a very long time even though it's stuff she's been picking up for years. --ShinyGreenApple

But TODAY might be the day you replace her regular meds with LSD and ExLax!

Such replacement you would, of course, carefully document in the insert pamphlet.

Peoples is weerd.

[Skarredmind]

I love the people who insist on telling us What Time It Is.

THEM: "Is it happy hour yet?" Or "Is it still happy hour?"
US: "Sorry, not for another few minutes." Or "Sorry, no, happy hour just ended."
THEM: "But my watch says X:XX."

US: "Wow... you should probably get that fixed."

I'm sorry, I have no patience for that crap anymore.

[Skarredmind]

You know with the last minute people, when I worked at the video rental place, I told them that our system was on a timer and because we'd extended our hours the system automatically flipped over at midnight when we closed. If they didn't have their video to me and the transaction started before that I *COULDN'T* ring them up until the following morning.

Oddly, they all hustled a bit and were out before we had to find out that I was lying my ass off

[wolfie]

Oh I despised those people back when I worked at the art store. I remember one Saturday afternoon, we were closed, the tills were counted, the open sign was off and we were stood at the door waiting for the manager to get the keys.

I've seen it from the other side. I was in line at a "Canuckistan Rubber Donut" one Christmas Eve at closing time, and someone showed up at the door wanting to buy ONE THING. He was turned away. What was the ONE THING he wanted to buy? A pair of 40 amp cartridge fuses for his stove outlet (problem had blown the ones already there) so he could cook the Christmas turkey.

I used to loathe the last minute shoppers when I worked at Limp Dicksy. Depending on who the closing manager was, we could end up staying until midnight or be out on time for once, my favorite guy would follow behind them at a few paces in a very annoying manner. He wanted to go home as much as I did. The Store Manager on the other hand . . . was a greedy ass-kisser with dollar signs in his eyes and didn't care.

But would the extra sales pay for the additional labour from keeping the employees in late? After all, allowing them to work "off the clock" is illegal.

[ShinyGreenApple]

I'd do that if I didn't have to worry about being arrested for indecent exposure.

What?!? I never said I was shy!

Well, not everyone worries about getting arrested for indecent exposure. Otherwise I wouldn't have that little anecdote Only in Florida does shit like this happen and the arrestee is surprised. You will also get arrested, or at least banned for, but not limited to:

Telling the pharmacist to 'watch his back'.

Rubbing one out in the shoe department.

Arriving to work drunk.

Admitting to being a pedo while working in the photo lab.

Punching your girlfriend in the face while a break table full of onlookers is looking on, horrified.

...will check and double check EVERYTHING and stare at the insert pamphlet for a very long time even though it's stuff she's been picking up for years. --ShinyGreenApple

But TODAY might be the day you replace her regular meds with LSD and ExLax!


Such replacement you would, of course, carefully document in the insert pamphlet.

Peoples is weerd.

She must have such suspicions. I think she's just a nutbag hypochondriac. A few weeks ago she held up the pharmacist talking to him, insisting she couldn't take a certain kind of Prevacid because it has aspartame in it and that gives her a sore throat. Most frightening part of this is the woman is a psychologist. Talk about the blind leading the blind.

[Jetfire]

I've seen it from the other side. I was in line at a "Canuckistan Rubber Donut" one Christmas Eve at closing time, and someone showed up at the door wanting to buy ONE THING. He was turned away. What was the ONE THING he wanted to buy? A pair of 40 amp cartridge fuses for his stove outlet (problem had blown the ones already there) so he could cook the Christmas turkey.

One Christmas (or Thanksgiving; I think it was Thanksgiving) that was my family. The element burned out in the oven the day before Thanksgiving. It was just about 5pm (and back when the stores closed at 5 on Saturdays). We called McLellans, and the guy stayed late so we could pick up the element we needed.

Granted, this was in a small town, with a family owned business whom we'd dealt with for years, and I suspect he could tell the desperation we were having.

Of course my town was small enough that had we gone to Crappy Tire or Home Hardware, they would probably have done similar for us as well. It all depends on who you know and how they know you.

Sometimes you know the person well enough that the "Just one thing" really is just one thing. Usually it's better to err on the "Nope!" side though.

[gerund]

Years ago I worked in a shop. We sold industrial things with a few other things to make a full range.

The shop was in a semi-industrial area.

It was never open on a Sunday. Never.

Once a year on End of Financial Year we would come in on a weekend to count the inventory. We would lock all the doors, hide our cars around the back and lock the access to the back so no one would see our cars from the street. We would only turn on the lights in the warehouse so no one could see from the street that anyone was in the office.

Every single year for the 8 years I was there we would have some SC rattle the front door, knock, press their nose against the glass and shout "Are you open?"

And they would not go away. We would hide in the bins. They would persist. Finally we would have to go out.
"We're not open."
"Yeah, but have you got a..."
"We're not open - come back tomorrow."
"But I need it today."
Slam and lock door.
Go back to work.

[emax4]

Months ago I had posted a suggestion on another thread regarding last-minute shoppers in stores. To prevent the risk of allowing a customer come in and take his or her time looking around, check with the store manager to see if you can have the customer wait at the front register while YOU run back and get the single item that they want. To provide better customer service, get the item in different size or a few competing brands (if applicable) so that the customer can make their choice(s) right there at the register. This eliminates having to follow them around, wandering customers, and staying later than you'd like to.

If they complain, simply refuse and say, "You wanted one item. This is it, and I've been kind enough to bring up other items and sizes. Our store is closed, so if you would like to continue shopping here in the future; please pick out your one item..."

[Skarredmind]

Years ago I worked in a shop. We sold industrial things with a few other things to make a full range.
...
Every single year for the 8 years I was there we would have some SC rattle the front door, knock, press their nose against the glass and shout "Are you open?"

I worked at a place that serviced volunteers for a major youth organization. Once a year we'd close up for the same reason. We'd put it in the newsletters, update the website, update the phone message, post signs and lock all the doors. No matter what we'd have someone banging on the door, they'd try the back door, drive around to the front, try that door, and because while we were doing all of this we'd also do some general cleaning and disposing of old stuff, they'd then sneak in through the loading dock door (which was only open while we were actively hauling junk to the dumpster.)

Once they'd weaseled their way inside the building they'd go to full on, "I'm a volunteer you should fall on the floor and worship my benevolence" mode. The best response from one of the executives told the one guy he had two choices, leave while he could, or "volunteer" for one of the work details.