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The Awful
Every Name In The Book (contains language)
This one comes courtesy of manager J.
He gets called to pharmacy yesterday, where a woman is sitting there in our drive through in her car looking pissed. I shall dub her Bitch.
"Can I help you?"
<Background: We've had complaints before about our specific pharmacy workers at my Aid of Rite, and most are resolved easily and without much fuss. However.../background>
"YOU CAN TRAIN YOUR FUCKING WORKERS BETTER YOU FUCKING CUNT IDIOT COCKSUCKER! I CAME BACK HERE 3 TIMES TO YOUR FUCKING PHARMACY AND YOU FUCKING PEOPLE DIDN'T FILL MY FUCKING PRESCRIPTION I WANT MY PRESCRIPTION NOW!!!"
"Ok, well, if you sign this form here and give us 5 minutes to bag it up for you we can do that."
"*Bitch takes form, signs it, crumples it into tiny ball and chucks it at J* AND I WANT YOU FUCKING GUYS TO PAY FOR MY FUCKING GAS. NOW HOW MUCH IS MY FUCKING PRESCRIPTION?"
"$5."
"*Bitch takes a bill out and flings it at J. However, the wind picks up and blows it juuuuuuust short of the window. Therefore, Bitch is obliged to get out of the car and pick it up. She does, and then crumples it and chucks it at J*"
"*J hands over her prescription* Alright ma'am, you have a good day.
"
"FUCK YOU" *peels out*
(For those of you who will ask "How did she chuck a $5 through the window/into one of those vacuum pump thingers?", she didn't. I'm not familiar with the pharmacy bit at all, seeing as I work mostly cashier work, but if I recall, she was in the bay closest to the window and there's a drawer that opens and closes that people place their payment/forms into.)
Baby Baby, Who's Your Baby Baby?
So two boys are running around the store, a young toddler and an older boy. After a few minutes it was clear to me that the older wasn't playing tag like I thought, he was trying to keep the younger one, who he called Baby, from getting lost. Baby decides all of a sudden to start chucking bottles of laxative (these are sturdy, hard plastic) at his brother because he's mad that Older Brother won't let him climb up the shelves.
*chuck bottle, SCREAM*
"No! Don't do that!" *runs after bottle*
"*chuck bottle, scream, tantrum*"
I get over to help. Baby runs off and decides to try turning the handle that leads to our pharmacy. If that door is opened from the outside, it sets off an alarm. Luckily, someone had locked it, so Baby couldn't get in, and he looks surprised that I say, "No!"
Older Brother apologizes and hands the bottles that Baby chucked, where I put them back, and then runs off after Baby again.
Where was Mom?
Sitting on her ass in pharmacy, waiting for her prescription, not giving a shit.
The Funny
Super Plus Max Absorbency!
Had to give 2 guys a crash course in buying tampons tonight. Girl wanted a "blue box". One problem with that. ALL the boxes are blue. Was it store brand she wanted? "Cottonex"? "Cottonex Diamond"? And what absorbency? One finally called her on the phone and put me on the line. She wanted "Cottonex Diamond" in super (orange) absorbency, and she thanked me for my help.
(Edit to add: I want to know: Are tampon/maxi pad absorbencies different in other parts of the world? Here, it's usually orange for super heavy, green for heavy, yellow for regular.)
The Awesome
My Buddy!
When you do nice things for people they will do nice things for you.
A while ago I helped a guy tape his license together before it fell apart and he was going to get it renewed. I see him from time to time and for whatever reason I cannot remember him but he always reminds me I was the one who taped his license.
Well, today I went to do the outside trash. This batch of trash bags tears faster than Christmas presents under the tree on Christmas morning. I went through 4 bags, getting more frustrated because trash was spilling everywhere and the fucking bags still tore even though I tried tripling them up. To make matters worse, the wind was picking up and I'm there trying to get the damn trash bag I'm opening to stop fluttering in the wind so I can put the torn bag into it and trash is blowing everywhere and I'm cursing the American way of conspicuous unadulterated consumption.
Enter License Guy. He stops by, holds open the bag and dumps the torn bag into it for me and also helps me to get that bag into the third bag in less than a minute. He wished me a nice day and left.
License Guy, you rock!
Bonus: Where You Take The Family, Not Where You Make The Family!
Apparently a pair of horny teenagers were using an aisle as their own personal makeout spot, with full on Frenching, rubbing of crotches, boobs and moaning. I was only informed of this because a customer came up and said it, but didn't tell me what aisle nor who the couple were (there were a few in the store). Damn, I was hoping to embarrass the snot out of them.
My guess as to what aisle, it would be either haircare or baby.
The Awful
Every Name In The Book (contains language)
This one comes courtesy of manager J.
He gets called to pharmacy yesterday, where a woman is sitting there in our drive through in her car looking pissed. I shall dub her Bitch.
"Can I help you?"
<Background: We've had complaints before about our specific pharmacy workers at my Aid of Rite, and most are resolved easily and without much fuss. However.../background>
"YOU CAN TRAIN YOUR FUCKING WORKERS BETTER YOU FUCKING CUNT IDIOT COCKSUCKER! I CAME BACK HERE 3 TIMES TO YOUR FUCKING PHARMACY AND YOU FUCKING PEOPLE DIDN'T FILL MY FUCKING PRESCRIPTION I WANT MY PRESCRIPTION NOW!!!"
"Ok, well, if you sign this form here and give us 5 minutes to bag it up for you we can do that."
"*Bitch takes form, signs it, crumples it into tiny ball and chucks it at J* AND I WANT YOU FUCKING GUYS TO PAY FOR MY FUCKING GAS. NOW HOW MUCH IS MY FUCKING PRESCRIPTION?"
"$5."
"*Bitch takes a bill out and flings it at J. However, the wind picks up and blows it juuuuuuust short of the window. Therefore, Bitch is obliged to get out of the car and pick it up. She does, and then crumples it and chucks it at J*"
"*J hands over her prescription* Alright ma'am, you have a good day.
""FUCK YOU" *peels out*
(For those of you who will ask "How did she chuck a $5 through the window/into one of those vacuum pump thingers?", she didn't. I'm not familiar with the pharmacy bit at all, seeing as I work mostly cashier work, but if I recall, she was in the bay closest to the window and there's a drawer that opens and closes that people place their payment/forms into.)
Baby Baby, Who's Your Baby Baby?
So two boys are running around the store, a young toddler and an older boy. After a few minutes it was clear to me that the older wasn't playing tag like I thought, he was trying to keep the younger one, who he called Baby, from getting lost. Baby decides all of a sudden to start chucking bottles of laxative (these are sturdy, hard plastic) at his brother because he's mad that Older Brother won't let him climb up the shelves.
*chuck bottle, SCREAM*
"No! Don't do that!" *runs after bottle*
"*chuck bottle, scream, tantrum*"
I get over to help. Baby runs off and decides to try turning the handle that leads to our pharmacy. If that door is opened from the outside, it sets off an alarm. Luckily, someone had locked it, so Baby couldn't get in, and he looks surprised that I say, "No!"
Older Brother apologizes and hands the bottles that Baby chucked, where I put them back, and then runs off after Baby again.
Where was Mom?
Sitting on her ass in pharmacy, waiting for her prescription, not giving a shit.
The Funny
Super Plus Max Absorbency!
Had to give 2 guys a crash course in buying tampons tonight. Girl wanted a "blue box". One problem with that. ALL the boxes are blue. Was it store brand she wanted? "Cottonex"? "Cottonex Diamond"? And what absorbency? One finally called her on the phone and put me on the line. She wanted "Cottonex Diamond" in super (orange) absorbency, and she thanked me for my help.
(Edit to add: I want to know: Are tampon/maxi pad absorbencies different in other parts of the world? Here, it's usually orange for super heavy, green for heavy, yellow for regular.)
The Awesome
My Buddy!
When you do nice things for people they will do nice things for you.
A while ago I helped a guy tape his license together before it fell apart and he was going to get it renewed. I see him from time to time and for whatever reason I cannot remember him but he always reminds me I was the one who taped his license.
Well, today I went to do the outside trash. This batch of trash bags tears faster than Christmas presents under the tree on Christmas morning. I went through 4 bags, getting more frustrated because trash was spilling everywhere and the fucking bags still tore even though I tried tripling them up. To make matters worse, the wind was picking up and I'm there trying to get the damn trash bag I'm opening to stop fluttering in the wind so I can put the torn bag into it and trash is blowing everywhere and I'm cursing the American way of conspicuous unadulterated consumption.
Enter License Guy. He stops by, holds open the bag and dumps the torn bag into it for me and also helps me to get that bag into the third bag in less than a minute. He wished me a nice day and left.
License Guy, you rock!
Bonus: Where You Take The Family, Not Where You Make The Family!
Apparently a pair of horny teenagers were using an aisle as their own personal makeout spot, with full on Frenching, rubbing of crotches, boobs and moaning. I was only informed of this because a customer came up and said it, but didn't tell me what aisle nor who the couple were (there were a few in the store). Damn, I was hoping to embarrass the snot out of them.
My guess as to what aisle, it would be either haircare or baby.
Sorry
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