Posts Tagged ‘ retail ’

I hate me, part 752,444

This customer came in, he’s been coming in sporadically for years, middle aged, kind of a wild card. The kind of guy who’s disappointed that we only have Helen Reddy’s greatest hits cd instead all the original albums. Sometimes he comes in with his girlfriend they don’t so much talk as bark short sentences at each other.

Guy- so me an my girlfriend… we’re comin’ into the store…we’re arguing…a little……an this guy…from the pizza place… is looking at us…he’s looking at us!…WHATS SO GREAT ABOUT MAKIN’ PIZZA!…ya know?…pizza…heh…

Me-…yeah…pizza

Guy-…I know, right?

Me-……..yeah…

Guy-you guys get a lot fights in here?

Me-…..in the store?…no, not really

Guy-what would you guys’do?

Me-..I dunno…let em fight and take bets

Guy-…wouldn’t call the cops?

Me-yeah, we’d call the cops

Guy-…cause I almost just got into a fight

Me-…yeah I heard…I gotta get back to work

And I hid in the stockroom

I hate me, part 749,001

Middle aged guy came into the store, windbreaker and mesh back cap with a fish on it. He ended up at the back counter. He was looking for a cd and Matt was his man. Matt is in his thirties and clearly looks like he’s in his thirties.

Guy-What are you…like 50…60?

Matt-(long pause)…yeah…

The guy was standing in front of a record rack. I was in the aisle and I could see that as he was talking to Matt he was calmly cutting his nails with a nail clipper, the nail shards were falling into the record rack, Aaaaughhh!! I stared at him in disbelief, he didn’t notice. The record rack is tall enough where Matt didn’t see what he was doing. Matt asked him to come behind the counter to look at a cd he had on the computer, to make sure it was the one he wanted. The guy stopped cutting his nails but there was a hanging thumbnail, he went behind the counter and his hand with the hanging nail was right above my coffee. I got a better vantage point to see if his goddamn rotten thumbnail was gonna fall into my coffee. So I was giving him the stink eye while chanting a mantra in my head “DON’TFALLOFFDON’TFALLOFFDON’TFALLOFF…”. He finished looking at the computer and gave me a return stink eye (which in retrospect was completely warranted as he had no idea why I was giving him the stink eye and I couldn’t have blurted out “your goddamn nail!”). As he was trundling off he went back to clipping his nails.