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This woman pissed me off so badly tonight. Allow me to explain.
Beofre this happened, my shift had already been heading downhill. I was grumpy and tired of rednecks (they make up about 95% of our customers.) So this winner (and also a redneck) comes in around eight PM.
Me: Duh
SC: Duh
with a guest appearance by M: manager
SC: Do you have cream of shrimp soup?
Me: Um...if we do it will be with the--
SC: It's not always with the soup. Who would be the most knowledgable to ask? (strike one)
Me: Let me ask the manager. (So, I walk over to him, and he's answering another customer's question. He sees me, and I stood there for about ten-twelve seconds until...)
SC: (from across the store and with a snarl in her voice) Excuse me, SIR!
M: (has to interrupt the customer he's already talking to to answer her) Yes?
SC: Do you have cream of shrimp soup?
M: Not that I know of, if we do it will be with the soup. (SC walks away.) What did you need, Mayberry?
Me: Well, I was going to ask you that too, but I wasn't going to be a bitch about it.
(back at the register, SuperBitch is checking out)
SC: Next time, don't just stand there when you've got a customer waiting. They were just bull-shittin'...
Me: Actually it's quite rude to interrupt, especially the owner of the store.
SC: Actually, missy, it's not, not when you've got a PAYING CUSTOMER waiting, just say 'Excuse me,' and stop bullshitting around.
Me: He was with another customer and as far as I'm concerned, you're no more important than he is. And it's never polite to interrupt someone in the middle of a sentence.
SC: Stop bullshitting.
Me: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
SC: You're a right bitch, aren't you?
Me: I didn't interrupt the manager when he was with another customer, draw attention to myself by yelling across the store, and turn (counts co-workers stand there witnessing this) five employees against myself.
SC: HMPH!
What's that smell?
An SC that just got bbbbuuuurrrrnnnneeeeddddd.
And the best part - the manager didn't hear any of it because he had gone back to talking with the other customer.
I love it.
Beofre this happened, my shift had already been heading downhill. I was grumpy and tired of rednecks (they make up about 95% of our customers.) So this winner (and also a redneck) comes in around eight PM.
Me: Duh
SC: Duh
with a guest appearance by M: manager
SC: Do you have cream of shrimp soup?
Me: Um...if we do it will be with the--
SC: It's not always with the soup. Who would be the most knowledgable to ask? (strike one)
Me: Let me ask the manager. (So, I walk over to him, and he's answering another customer's question. He sees me, and I stood there for about ten-twelve seconds until...)
SC: (from across the store and with a snarl in her voice) Excuse me, SIR!
M: (has to interrupt the customer he's already talking to to answer her) Yes?
SC: Do you have cream of shrimp soup?
M: Not that I know of, if we do it will be with the soup. (SC walks away.) What did you need, Mayberry?
Me: Well, I was going to ask you that too, but I wasn't going to be a bitch about it.
(back at the register, SuperBitch is checking out)
SC: Next time, don't just stand there when you've got a customer waiting. They were just bull-shittin'...
Me: Actually it's quite rude to interrupt, especially the owner of the store.
SC: Actually, missy, it's not, not when you've got a PAYING CUSTOMER waiting, just say 'Excuse me,' and stop bullshitting around.
Me: He was with another customer and as far as I'm concerned, you're no more important than he is. And it's never polite to interrupt someone in the middle of a sentence.
SC: Stop bullshitting.
Me: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
SC: You're a right bitch, aren't you?
Me: I didn't interrupt the manager when he was with another customer, draw attention to myself by yelling across the store, and turn (counts co-workers stand there witnessing this) five employees against myself.
SC: HMPH!
What's that smell?
An SC that just got bbbbuuuurrrrnnnneeeeddddd.
And the best part - the manager didn't hear any of it because he had gone back to talking with the other customer.
I love it.
I sympathize - my mother can't sing either. Unfortunately since she's my mother I'm not in the position of being able to tell her to STFU. Thank God she rarely tries to sing. If it's any consolation, I was actually sort of thinking about the end of Young Frankenstein...
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