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So this happened several years ago at the wholesale club. I had been asked to go finish up the night-crew's stock work in the dairy cooler. (The guy who had to do the job had an emergency or something, and had to leave.) I've finished up all that I've been asked to do, and have been paged up to the front to take my break. I've been working on this for the better part of an hour, using the pallet jack to move the pallets around to get to the merchandise that I needed to stock, tired and irritable at having to do the night-crew's job, which honestly isn't part of my job description. But! Break time, yes?
This guy walks up.
SC: "Could you go get me some of the <brand> yogurt? I can see it right in there."
Problem with this request? Said yogurt is buried all the way in the BACK of the dairy cooler, behind several pallets of backstock, with no easy way for me to get to it. Seriously, getting this guy the yogurt he wanted would be another ten, fifteen minutes work, which meant my break would be delayed, and I would get in trouble up front, since it would disrupt the rest of the breaks.
J2K: "Sorry, sir, they're sending me on my break--"
SC: "Then can I go into the freezer to get it?"
J2K: (WTF, did you seriously just ask me that?) "No."
SC: "Yes?"
J2K: (shakes head) "No."
SC: (nods head) "Yes?"
J2K: (Are you trying to Jedi Mind Trick me?) (more firmly) "No."
SC: (nods head) "Yes?"
I can tell this guy is going to keep doing this until he gets an answer he wants, either permission to go into the dairy cooler, or I give up and go get him what he wants. I do neither. Instead, I passed the buck.
One of my co-irkers, Slowhammed, was walking by.
J2K: "Hey, you on the clock?"
Slow: "Yeah."
J2K: "Could you go into the dairy cooler and get this guy the yogurt he's asking for? They're paging me up front."
Slowhammed nods, and I walk away. It was just the guy trying to Jedi Mind Trick me or whatever that just added to my already bad mood that morning.
So this happened several years ago at the wholesale club. I had been asked to go finish up the night-crew's stock work in the dairy cooler. (The guy who had to do the job had an emergency or something, and had to leave.) I've finished up all that I've been asked to do, and have been paged up to the front to take my break. I've been working on this for the better part of an hour, using the pallet jack to move the pallets around to get to the merchandise that I needed to stock, tired and irritable at having to do the night-crew's job, which honestly isn't part of my job description. But! Break time, yes?
This guy walks up.
SC: "Could you go get me some of the <brand> yogurt? I can see it right in there."
Problem with this request? Said yogurt is buried all the way in the BACK of the dairy cooler, behind several pallets of backstock, with no easy way for me to get to it. Seriously, getting this guy the yogurt he wanted would be another ten, fifteen minutes work, which meant my break would be delayed, and I would get in trouble up front, since it would disrupt the rest of the breaks.
J2K: "Sorry, sir, they're sending me on my break--"
SC: "Then can I go into the freezer to get it?"
J2K: (WTF, did you seriously just ask me that?) "No."
SC: "Yes?"
J2K: (shakes head) "No."
SC: (nods head) "Yes?"
J2K: (Are you trying to Jedi Mind Trick me?) (more firmly) "No."
SC: (nods head) "Yes?"
I can tell this guy is going to keep doing this until he gets an answer he wants, either permission to go into the dairy cooler, or I give up and go get him what he wants. I do neither. Instead, I passed the buck.
One of my co-irkers, Slowhammed, was walking by.
J2K: "Hey, you on the clock?"
Slow: "Yeah."
J2K: "Could you go into the dairy cooler and get this guy the yogurt he's asking for? They're paging me up front."
Slowhammed nods, and I walk away. It was just the guy trying to Jedi Mind Trick me or whatever that just added to my already bad mood that morning.
I was thinking the same sort of thing. But yours was more awesome. 
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