Microwave Lady
This lady gets a BBQ rib sandwich, chips, drink, and some other stuff. I proceed to ring her up. As soon as I run the sandwich past the scanner, she tells me she wants that sandwich heated. So, I tell her there is a microwave at the end of the counter, and point to it.
I tell her the total. She again states that she wants the sandwich heated. I again state that there is a microwave at the end of the counter, and she is more than welcome to use it.
So, I collect her payment, give her change, and proceed to bag her groceries. As I put the sandwich in the bag, she again tells me she wants the sandwich heated. A bit more impatiently, I restate what I told her about being able to use our microwave at the end of the counter.
I hand her the bag, expecting that she'd make her way to the microwave. She just looks at me and says she wants the sandwich heated. Four times repeating yourself when I've already told you an appropriate answer the first three times makes me a bit testy. I drop the bag on the counter and give her one of my annoyed "you're an idiot" expressions, I again repeat in an equally annoyed tone what I'd already told her about having a microwave at the end of the counter that she is welcome to use. I added a snippy remark about our establishment not being McDonald's, so don't expect me to offer any more help than pointing you in the direction of the microwave.
Then, I push her bag aside, and look around her to the next customer in line. "Sir, I can help you. Go ahead and step up to the counter."
He just looked at her oddly as she walked down to the microwave, "She really wanted you to heat it for her, huh?"
I just sighed, "It seems so, but I'm too busy for that."
Giving Directions
This old man comes in to ask if I know where a certain doctor's office is located. I couldn't tell you half the doctors in town. There are so many. I only know the ones who practice where my doctor practices.
The old man tells me a street address. Our store is located at an intersection. The street address is along the street that intersects, so I don't know exactly how the neighboring addresses are listed along that street. I tell him that I know one direction is primarily a residential area, and the other area is primarily a business area. I tell him that I would guess the doctor's office to be in the business area.
"Well, I've been down that way as far as I can go!" he shouts angrily. "I can't find it! You mean you've never seen it before?"
I tell him that I haven't, all I could do is let him use the phone to call the office if he has a number. I mean, he had a street address, and the only other suggestions I would have would be to look at a map or the phone book.
"Don't they number these buildings through here? Don't you ever look at them as you drive through here since you work here?"
"I'm sure they do number some of them, but I'm not the post office or Mapquest. It's not my job to know where addresses are located. If I see it, I see it. If I don't, I don't."
He just grunts, and walks off without another word.
Thanks for the gratitude that I would even bother with trying to offer a suggestion. I could have just said that I don't know, and left it at that. Piss on you old man!
This lady gets a BBQ rib sandwich, chips, drink, and some other stuff. I proceed to ring her up. As soon as I run the sandwich past the scanner, she tells me she wants that sandwich heated. So, I tell her there is a microwave at the end of the counter, and point to it.
I tell her the total. She again states that she wants the sandwich heated. I again state that there is a microwave at the end of the counter, and she is more than welcome to use it.
So, I collect her payment, give her change, and proceed to bag her groceries. As I put the sandwich in the bag, she again tells me she wants the sandwich heated. A bit more impatiently, I restate what I told her about being able to use our microwave at the end of the counter.
I hand her the bag, expecting that she'd make her way to the microwave. She just looks at me and says she wants the sandwich heated. Four times repeating yourself when I've already told you an appropriate answer the first three times makes me a bit testy. I drop the bag on the counter and give her one of my annoyed "you're an idiot" expressions, I again repeat in an equally annoyed tone what I'd already told her about having a microwave at the end of the counter that she is welcome to use. I added a snippy remark about our establishment not being McDonald's, so don't expect me to offer any more help than pointing you in the direction of the microwave.
Then, I push her bag aside, and look around her to the next customer in line. "Sir, I can help you. Go ahead and step up to the counter."
He just looked at her oddly as she walked down to the microwave, "She really wanted you to heat it for her, huh?"
I just sighed, "It seems so, but I'm too busy for that."
Giving Directions
This old man comes in to ask if I know where a certain doctor's office is located. I couldn't tell you half the doctors in town. There are so many. I only know the ones who practice where my doctor practices.
The old man tells me a street address. Our store is located at an intersection. The street address is along the street that intersects, so I don't know exactly how the neighboring addresses are listed along that street. I tell him that I know one direction is primarily a residential area, and the other area is primarily a business area. I tell him that I would guess the doctor's office to be in the business area.
"Well, I've been down that way as far as I can go!" he shouts angrily. "I can't find it! You mean you've never seen it before?"
I tell him that I haven't, all I could do is let him use the phone to call the office if he has a number. I mean, he had a street address, and the only other suggestions I would have would be to look at a map or the phone book.
"Don't they number these buildings through here? Don't you ever look at them as you drive through here since you work here?"
"I'm sure they do number some of them, but I'm not the post office or Mapquest. It's not my job to know where addresses are located. If I see it, I see it. If I don't, I don't."
He just grunts, and walks off without another word.
Thanks for the gratitude that I would even bother with trying to offer a suggestion. I could have just said that I don't know, and left it at that. Piss on you old man!
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