Posts Tagged ‘late’

Son of a B!!!

February 13, 2011

I find myself on register duty again. It’s definitely not one of the good days, as people have been extra rude and complaining to the managers about confusing promotions, to which I only think, “See, even when you’re fifty-years-old you can act like a baby.” Either way, a woman approaches the register with an older shirt, it’s already on clearance, and she has a gift receipt. Her husband stands next to her, quietly, subservient to her will.

“I want to return this. I can just get a gift car, right?”
“Yes.” I look at the receipt, and it’s old; months old. Thankfully, it also states in the fine-print the date the receipt is no longer valid–a month ago. So I scan it, and I ask if she still wants the gift card. The total is less-than five-dollars. Closer to four-dollars and eighteen-cents.
“That’s all it’s worth!?”
“Yes, it’s past the return date. So it goes to the current selling price.”
“But I have a gift receipt!”
I point at the date listed at the bottom, “It expired a while ago.”
“Well I’m taking it back!” And she grabs everything violently, and walks away.

Before she can even take five steps, she stops and yells, “SON OF A BITCH!!!” Her face is blood red, and her husband has to rub her back calming her down. I hear her complaining about the return policy, and yelling, “I guess I’m not getting my denim today!” It’s a long-sleeved T-shirt you were returning, it’s not even worth one-third a pair of denim at full-price. She continues yelling as she leaves the store. Surely, someone should have given her a gift of stress-management courses or meditation classes by now. I mean, life must be a huge wad of sorrow and pain for her.

The next customer looks over at the woman casually, then looks at me, smiling, “Well she’s pleasant, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is,” I laugh as I start to scan the clothes to purchase.

Customer Types: Big Baby, Don’t Kill the Messenger

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Christmas is Over…

January 26, 2010

As of today, Christmas ended a month ago. People that come asking if we have more sizes of some random piece of Christmas clothing just need to stop. Seriously. I don’t have more XS women’s tops that are not price-killed. I don’t have more scarves. No, I don’t have that super-thick jacket anymore. Anything cool, cute or popular already sold out–some of them even before Christmas ended. I don’t feel like searching around, digging for some $3 item that you think you saw, that you hope we have hidden away somewhere. Give it up, I have a lot of that super ugly print Christmas sweater, you want one? For super cheap? You can let your dog pee on it as a blanket. No? I didn’t think so. Go away Christmas after-after-after-sale-bargain-hunters. (Or be like my manager, buying a lot of this super cheap clothes for people in Haiti that actually need it. Hello.)

Customer Types: Capitalist, The Dumb