<bg> I work in the photo department of a drugstore. Since it is, after all, a DRUGstore, we are quite used to dealing with people who aren't all there -- stoned, drunk, just got out of the hospital, what have you.
But tonight. Tonight was one for the record books, as far as I'm concerned.
I'm working away when I notice a female person at our photo kiosk looking confused. Now she was older (not any older than me, but older than 50). Many people that come into the store around that age either: don't understand computers OR refuse to learn them. Whatever ... I'm 57, was hired into this job at 54 and I figured it out!
So I bop over to offer my assistance. She wants to scan in a photo and get a print. Okay great! I can help you with that! We scan her photo and I bring the scanned photo up on the screen. It's a picture of her 3 grandchildren and Santa (I know this because she gave me about 10 minutes of all of their geneology - who is whose daughter/son, how they're related to her, how old they all are, their grades in school, you get the idea).
Okay, so now we're down to the IMPORTANT decision ..... how do you want this print to look? Well, you see, she wants 2 of the grandchildren CUT OUT of the picture. <say WHAT?????> Okay, I do what I can, but try as I might I cannot entirely erase the entire existence of these 2 other children out of the picture. There's a little bit of the shoulder of one of them and a little bit of the chin of the other one in the picture. I can't remove that without either cutting off Santa's head, or trimming down the *treasured grandchild*'s arm.
Well SIGH "if that's the best you can do" SIGH. Okay, so I print the picture. I give it to her and she wants me to cut it. Oh no, I'm not doing that, and no I don't have any scissors. She has a box cutter, however, and starts to make cuts to completely remove any evidence of those children. WHOAA!!!!!! "You need to pay for this first".
It's a whole $0.42, but she doesn't have that! Has to use the credit card sheesh!
Anyway, after she pays, she slices and dices and wanders happily off into the sunset.
But tonight. Tonight was one for the record books, as far as I'm concerned.
I'm working away when I notice a female person at our photo kiosk looking confused. Now she was older (not any older than me, but older than 50). Many people that come into the store around that age either: don't understand computers OR refuse to learn them. Whatever ... I'm 57, was hired into this job at 54 and I figured it out!
So I bop over to offer my assistance. She wants to scan in a photo and get a print. Okay great! I can help you with that! We scan her photo and I bring the scanned photo up on the screen. It's a picture of her 3 grandchildren and Santa (I know this because she gave me about 10 minutes of all of their geneology - who is whose daughter/son, how they're related to her, how old they all are, their grades in school, you get the idea).
Okay, so now we're down to the IMPORTANT decision ..... how do you want this print to look? Well, you see, she wants 2 of the grandchildren CUT OUT of the picture. <say WHAT?????> Okay, I do what I can, but try as I might I cannot entirely erase the entire existence of these 2 other children out of the picture. There's a little bit of the shoulder of one of them and a little bit of the chin of the other one in the picture. I can't remove that without either cutting off Santa's head, or trimming down the *treasured grandchild*'s arm.
Well SIGH "if that's the best you can do" SIGH. Okay, so I print the picture. I give it to her and she wants me to cut it. Oh no, I'm not doing that, and no I don't have any scissors. She has a box cutter, however, and starts to make cuts to completely remove any evidence of those children. WHOAA!!!!!! "You need to pay for this first".
It's a whole $0.42, but she doesn't have that! Has to use the credit card sheesh!
Anyway, after she pays, she slices and dices and wanders happily off into the sunset.
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