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Plastic caps, spray paint and a free pedicure!
The spray paint has nothing to do with the pedicure, BTW.
I spent $600! Rabble rabble rabble!
Guy and his wife came in and bought a patio table and swivel chairs totaling about $600. I carried it all out for them.
A couple hours later, the husband comes back. Seems the paint is chipped on the metal frames of all 4 of his chairs. Does he bring them back for new ones? Oh nooooooo! He tells the service desk lady to get a hold of the store manager and tell him to buy a can of black spray paint and come over to his house and paint the frames of his chairs for him!
Customer funny!
Oh, and he was missing a plastic cap from one of the chairs. It goes over the hole in the bottom of the base where the seat goes in. It doesn't even hold the seat into the base and it isn't visible unless you crawl under the chair. It's about as useful as your appendix and tonsils put together.
When I suggested the chair might go together fine without the cap, he got all cat-butt face-y and declared "I paid $600 for all this and I want it to work decent!"
I gave him the cap, he skulked away, and then I had to defect the chair I took the cap from so somebody else couldn't piss and moan about a missing plastic cap.
Oh, and the service desk lady told the store manager to expect this fuckhorn to be calling him about his chairs. I suspect the customer will be disappointed with his response.
Nail polish is not "try before you buy"
I was coming back in from a carryout when a customer ran up behind me and told me there was somebody in one of the cosmetics aisles painting her toenails with a bottle of nail polish taken right off the shelf.
I moseyed on over to find a young woman, not appearing to be too much younger than myself, clad in a white sweatshirt, cropped sweatpants and flip flops. And sure enough, she was bent down on one knee, applying polish to her toenails.
I summoned the manager on duty who went over there, but she didn't find the woman there. I guess she must have finished up. She went to the registers and (hopefully) paid for the bottle of nail polish she had been using.
Because if she didn't, somebody's going to be getting nail polish that's already been applied to somebody's foot.
I spent $600! Rabble rabble rabble!
Guy and his wife came in and bought a patio table and swivel chairs totaling about $600. I carried it all out for them.
A couple hours later, the husband comes back. Seems the paint is chipped on the metal frames of all 4 of his chairs. Does he bring them back for new ones? Oh nooooooo! He tells the service desk lady to get a hold of the store manager and tell him to buy a can of black spray paint and come over to his house and paint the frames of his chairs for him!
Customer funny!Oh, and he was missing a plastic cap from one of the chairs. It goes over the hole in the bottom of the base where the seat goes in. It doesn't even hold the seat into the base and it isn't visible unless you crawl under the chair. It's about as useful as your appendix and tonsils put together.
When I suggested the chair might go together fine without the cap, he got all cat-butt face-y and declared "I paid $600 for all this and I want it to work decent!"
I gave him the cap, he skulked away, and then I had to defect the chair I took the cap from so somebody else couldn't piss and moan about a missing plastic cap.
Oh, and the service desk lady told the store manager to expect this fuckhorn to be calling him about his chairs. I suspect the customer will be disappointed with his response.
Nail polish is not "try before you buy"
I was coming back in from a carryout when a customer ran up behind me and told me there was somebody in one of the cosmetics aisles painting her toenails with a bottle of nail polish taken right off the shelf.
I moseyed on over to find a young woman, not appearing to be too much younger than myself, clad in a white sweatshirt, cropped sweatpants and flip flops. And sure enough, she was bent down on one knee, applying polish to her toenails.
I summoned the manager on duty who went over there, but she didn't find the woman there. I guess she must have finished up. She went to the registers and (hopefully) paid for the bottle of nail polish she had been using.
Because if she didn't, somebody's going to be getting nail polish that's already been applied to somebody's foot.
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