*hangs head in shame*
On to the awards!
MOST ANNOYING AWARD:
(confession - this one is mainly for my co-workers. Because we share the pain.)
We have a regular customer. He comes in multiple times a week. He has been frequenting the store since before I started working there. We all know him by name and, usually, we all walkie each other the warning that H is in the store.
There is a very long story in this person alone, but I don't want to get into all of it right now. My point is that he is a regular. Very regular. Very annoying regular.
Now that I'm beating a dead horse...
|bwa haha! I can't believe the stuff that comes up on Google!|
If someone does not have a credit card when they are ordering a book, they purchase a gift card for the amount of the order and use that to pay. It's really quite simple. Usually.
I was at the register, in the middle of a transaction when H comes up, cuts in front of a customer in line, shoves his hand (clutching a $10 and a gift card) in front of the customer I am ringing up and bellows, "I need $8.49 on here."
"I'm in the middle of ringing this customer up," I tell him. "And that gentleman was already in line."
H: But I need $8.49 on here.
Gentleman: That's all right. You can take him first. (oh, how thoughtful! I love nice customers! [no sarcasm intended here])
|3 Cheers for the nice customers!|
Customer I'm ringing up: I'm sorry, I'm holding everyone up. (More nice customers! yeah!)
Me: (to myself. I'm in the middle of scanning your books! How is it your fault?! But thank you)
I finish the transaction, ring up H. Send him on his merry way. Ring up the nice gentleman.
J comes up to the register, brow excessively furrowed.
Me: What's wrong?
J: It needed to be $9.98 on the gift card!
Me and J: headdesk
Annoying? yes. Insurmountable? No.
When I get off register, J and I are talking.
J: Wait, what is H's last name?
Me: Smith (not really, but... you know, anonymity and all that)
J: Are you serious?
Me: Yes, I'm sure.
J: For the order, he told us his last name was Brown.
|This is for Hannah|
Even The Picard feels our pain
STRANGEST TOPIC AWARD:
A woman and her daughter accosted me and J in the aisle. J is sitting on a stool with piles of books around her, busily alphabetizing. I am standing next to her, asking her a question. The woman addresses...
|Why certainly I can help you.|
As you can see, I'm not busy or anything.
Woman: Where are the horse books?
Me: (pointedly) I'll show you the section. It's right back here.
Woman: (huffs in annoyance, but follows me)
Me: Are you looking for anything in particular?
Woman: Just a book about horses. (points at Dog Breeds for Dummies) Something like that! But for horses.
Me: (looking over the shelves) We don't seem to have the horse one in stock. We could see about ordering it. Here are a few other books. (Pull out other informational books on horses) A lot of what we have here are like biography type books.
Woman: I need something with stupid questions about horses.
I have no words. See you next week for more bookland fun!