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The other night I had a guy breeze through the doors just before close, looking to buy stuff that could easily have waited (plastic, hand twist pencil sharpeners, and pencil erasers). Fairly typical, and under normal circumstances not worth wasting a post over.
Except for a couple things.
First, this particular low-wattage bulb seemed to be having trouble grasping the concepts of "pencil sharpener" and "eraser" because upon being sent to the right aisle and looking RIGHT AT THEM, he couldn't find them. I had to hand him a pack of erasers.
SC: These are erasers?
Me: Yes
Fast forward a minute or so. He's now holding the same pack of erasers and an el-cheapo plastic pencil sharpener. Now, despite having made this special last-minute trip to get these items, he decided he didn't want he pencil sharpener anymore. And rather than either give it to me or put it in the right place, he bent down and hung it on the eraser peg.
I should point out here that is took CONSIDERABLY more effort to do that then was required to put it in the right place. The pencil sharpeners were on a peg at about belly height, while the erasers were on the very BOTTOM peg. So while he could have just reached out and put the sharpener in the right spot, he had to expend extra energy to stoop down and put it in the wrong place.
Come ON!
And it's not as if he didn't know where the right spot was; he took the damned sharpener off the peg himself! He was either an irredeemable fucking idiot, or he did it on purpose.
Now, under most circumstances I'd just move the stupid thing to the right place in front of him, but it had been a very tiring shift, and I'd just finished cleaning up my department, which had been completely trashed by idiots like this guy. Plus I have a special hatred for last minute shoppers who need their hands held. So I said to myself "fuck it" and just said it.
Me: Sir, that is NOT where that goes!
SC (jumping): Oh....sorry!
And he moved it to the right place.
Now, really, was that hard? Why the hell didn't you do that in the first place, numbskull?
But at least I got to say it to him.
Except for a couple things.
First, this particular low-wattage bulb seemed to be having trouble grasping the concepts of "pencil sharpener" and "eraser" because upon being sent to the right aisle and looking RIGHT AT THEM, he couldn't find them. I had to hand him a pack of erasers.
SC: These are erasers?
Me: Yes
Fast forward a minute or so. He's now holding the same pack of erasers and an el-cheapo plastic pencil sharpener. Now, despite having made this special last-minute trip to get these items, he decided he didn't want he pencil sharpener anymore. And rather than either give it to me or put it in the right place, he bent down and hung it on the eraser peg.
I should point out here that is took CONSIDERABLY more effort to do that then was required to put it in the right place. The pencil sharpeners were on a peg at about belly height, while the erasers were on the very BOTTOM peg. So while he could have just reached out and put the sharpener in the right spot, he had to expend extra energy to stoop down and put it in the wrong place.
Come ON!
And it's not as if he didn't know where the right spot was; he took the damned sharpener off the peg himself! He was either an irredeemable fucking idiot, or he did it on purpose.
Now, under most circumstances I'd just move the stupid thing to the right place in front of him, but it had been a very tiring shift, and I'd just finished cleaning up my department, which had been completely trashed by idiots like this guy. Plus I have a special hatred for last minute shoppers who need their hands held. So I said to myself "fuck it" and just said it.
Me: Sir, that is NOT where that goes!
SC (jumping): Oh....sorry!
And he moved it to the right place.
Now, really, was that hard? Why the hell didn't you do that in the first place, numbskull?
But at least I got to say it to him.
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