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Herein, another tale of people changing their baby's diapers in inappropriate places.
I was in the men's room when some guy came in.
SC: Oh, there's no changing station in here.
He left. After that I could hear activity in the hallway outside the bathrooms. We happen to be storing cartons of 3-ring binders in the hallway.
Me (thinking): God help me, if he's doing what I think he's doing, I'm gonna throw him right out on his ass, consequences be damned!
I washed up, walked out, and sure enough, he'd arranged several of the cartons into a makeshift table and was changing his kid's diaper on them. He didn't even have the courtesy to put a changing pad down (every diaper travel bag I've seen has a protective pad to use), he just sat the kid's bare ass down on the product.
SC: Oh, sorry. I had to use some of your boxes.
No, no you didn't. The lack of a changing station does not give you the right to create your own out of someone else's property. If changing your baby absolutely can't wait, then go out to your car and do it there. I have a brother 10 years younger than me, and that's what my parents did in situations like this. I mean REALLY! You think this is OK? What the hell is the matter with you.
I just about lost it.
Me: Well, that's product that we have to SELL, sir! I wish you hadn't done that!
I walked away towards the break room before I really lost it.
SC: And your name, sir?
I ignored him and shut the door to the break room (which is locked), and paged Focker to call me.
Focker: What's up?
Me: *explains* I would love nothing more than tell him to leave.
Focker: Well, it's [Old Mill City], what do you expect?
Me: What do you want me to do?
Focker: Nothing.
Me: Nothing?!
Focker: Yeah!
Me: Wha----*angry sigh* *click*
THAT led to an argument later. Focker said it boils down to customer service, that we didn't have what the customer needed and we need to accomodate him. I countered by saying that he didn't even ask, nor did he have the courtesy or common sense to use a protective pad, and that what he did was just plain rude and totally disrespectful. Where, I asked, do you draw the line?
He didn't have an answer for that. So I guess it's just roll over and take it. Let the customers make the store their toilet and it's fine.
I actually found myself wishing that Captain Jellico was working instead, because I'd be willing to bet Captain Jellico would have thrown the guy out.
I was in the men's room when some guy came in.
SC: Oh, there's no changing station in here.
He left. After that I could hear activity in the hallway outside the bathrooms. We happen to be storing cartons of 3-ring binders in the hallway.
Me (thinking): God help me, if he's doing what I think he's doing, I'm gonna throw him right out on his ass, consequences be damned!
I washed up, walked out, and sure enough, he'd arranged several of the cartons into a makeshift table and was changing his kid's diaper on them. He didn't even have the courtesy to put a changing pad down (every diaper travel bag I've seen has a protective pad to use), he just sat the kid's bare ass down on the product.
SC: Oh, sorry. I had to use some of your boxes.
No, no you didn't. The lack of a changing station does not give you the right to create your own out of someone else's property. If changing your baby absolutely can't wait, then go out to your car and do it there. I have a brother 10 years younger than me, and that's what my parents did in situations like this. I mean REALLY! You think this is OK? What the hell is the matter with you.
I just about lost it.
Me: Well, that's product that we have to SELL, sir! I wish you hadn't done that!
I walked away towards the break room before I really lost it.
SC: And your name, sir?
I ignored him and shut the door to the break room (which is locked), and paged Focker to call me.
Focker: What's up?
Me: *explains* I would love nothing more than tell him to leave.
Focker: Well, it's [Old Mill City], what do you expect?
Me: What do you want me to do?
Focker: Nothing.
Me: Nothing?!
Focker: Yeah!
Me: Wha----*angry sigh* *click*
THAT led to an argument later. Focker said it boils down to customer service, that we didn't have what the customer needed and we need to accomodate him. I countered by saying that he didn't even ask, nor did he have the courtesy or common sense to use a protective pad, and that what he did was just plain rude and totally disrespectful. Where, I asked, do you draw the line?
He didn't have an answer for that. So I guess it's just roll over and take it. Let the customers make the store their toilet and it's fine.
I actually found myself wishing that Captain Jellico was working instead, because I'd be willing to bet Captain Jellico would have thrown the guy out.
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