Yesterday evening, Mrs. Shirts and I tagged along with my dad and step-mom as they looked for patio furniture*.
We went to a furniture store first and were disappointed by their limited selection. Then we tried a hardware store and found a good selection in their outdoor garden area. While perusing the options there, I overheard this exchange...
Customer: Do you know how fast this plant grows?
Garden Associate: Not specifically, but it's slower than the [other plant] you picked out.
<Enter Manager from Main Store>
Manager: Excuse me just a moment, ma'am. Garden Associate, when did you clock in today?
Garden Associate: At [time]. Why?
Manager: I need you to clock out and go home now. You're going into overtime, and I'll get in big trouble with [some name] if the store takes too much overtime pay this week.
Garden Associate: I only have an hour left.
Manager: I know, but I need you to go home now. [Another name] can close for you.
Customer: What? You're sending her home?
Manager: I have to because of the labor budget. Did you need some additional help?
Customer: Yeah, I wanted to get more plants, but I want her to help me.
Manager: I'm sorry, I have to send her home.
Customer: Well, that's ridiculous.
Manager: I can help you, if you like.
Customer: No. She's the only one of you people who knows anything about plants and who can answer my questions.
Manager: I'm sure I could help or find another associate who knows about the plants you're looking at.
Customer: Nope. I've talked to enough retail garden people to know who's real and who's BSing me. She's real. The rest of you make it up. If you won't let her help me, then I'm done shopping for today.
Garden Associate: I can stay a little longer, really. I don't mind.
Manager: No, I have to send you home. Go clock out. Now, what is you're looking for, ma'am?
Customer: Nope. Not gonna do it. When do you work again, Garden Associate?
Garden Associate: Tuesday afternoon.
Customer: Then I'll come back Tuesday afternoon.
<Customer pushes her cart into the main store to ring out, telling other garden customers as she passes them that they should come back Tuesday when "the only smart one" is working.>
Manager: [swears]
Garden Associate: [smiles] Guess I'll be going home now! Bye!
I was entertained, though I'm still not sure whether she was just whiny and picky or if she was complaining in a way that genuinely complimented Garden Associate's knowledge and service skills.
*Dad tried to be funny when he suggested this trip. He said, "We're going to try to find an Irish relative: Patty O'Furniture."
That's my dad!
We went to a furniture store first and were disappointed by their limited selection. Then we tried a hardware store and found a good selection in their outdoor garden area. While perusing the options there, I overheard this exchange...
Customer: Do you know how fast this plant grows?
Garden Associate: Not specifically, but it's slower than the [other plant] you picked out.
<Enter Manager from Main Store>
Manager: Excuse me just a moment, ma'am. Garden Associate, when did you clock in today?
Garden Associate: At [time]. Why?
Manager: I need you to clock out and go home now. You're going into overtime, and I'll get in big trouble with [some name] if the store takes too much overtime pay this week.
Garden Associate: I only have an hour left.
Manager: I know, but I need you to go home now. [Another name] can close for you.
Customer: What? You're sending her home?
Manager: I have to because of the labor budget. Did you need some additional help?
Customer: Yeah, I wanted to get more plants, but I want her to help me.
Manager: I'm sorry, I have to send her home.
Customer: Well, that's ridiculous.
Manager: I can help you, if you like.
Customer: No. She's the only one of you people who knows anything about plants and who can answer my questions.
Manager: I'm sure I could help or find another associate who knows about the plants you're looking at.
Customer: Nope. I've talked to enough retail garden people to know who's real and who's BSing me. She's real. The rest of you make it up. If you won't let her help me, then I'm done shopping for today.
Garden Associate: I can stay a little longer, really. I don't mind.
Manager: No, I have to send you home. Go clock out. Now, what is you're looking for, ma'am?
Customer: Nope. Not gonna do it. When do you work again, Garden Associate?
Garden Associate: Tuesday afternoon.
Customer: Then I'll come back Tuesday afternoon.
<Customer pushes her cart into the main store to ring out, telling other garden customers as she passes them that they should come back Tuesday when "the only smart one" is working.>
Manager: [swears]
Garden Associate: [smiles] Guess I'll be going home now! Bye!
I was entertained, though I'm still not sure whether she was just whiny and picky or if she was complaining in a way that genuinely complimented Garden Associate's knowledge and service skills.
*Dad tried to be funny when he suggested this trip. He said, "We're going to try to find an Irish relative: Patty O'Furniture."
That's my dad!



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