Thursday, January 20, 2005

Chewy, Chocolatey Bookseller Goodness

Tuesday night a customer flushed his cellphone down the toilet. He was nice enough to let us know that this had happened, just in case we had any problems with the plumbing. Me? I would have just walked away. There's no way in hell I would confess to being stupid enough to flush my cellphone.

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It's 7 p.m. at Big Bookstore when the following conversation takes place:

Customoron: What time do you close?

Chick Magnet: We close at 11, sir.

Customoron: P.M?

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From the We're All Faceless Robots Department:

So, Mimi is helping this woman who is looking for books on fashion and appearance. Some books are selected, and there is confusion over whether one of the titles might be discounted 50% as a promotion. (It had previously been discounted.) Mimi checks. The book is not discounted and so informs the customer. Later, Mimi is at the registers when the same customer approaches to pay. Mimi is ringing up the books when she gets to the book over which there had been some question of a discount. The woman says, "the girl told me this would be 50% off." Mimi says (knowing that "the girl" said no such thing), "which girl told you it would be 50% off?" The customer says, "the girl who was helping me." Mimi says, "was it me?"

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Earlier this month, I blogged about unsupervised kids in the store. Something happened the other day which is a perfect illustration of why parents who let their kids wander about the store are complete and total fucking morons. A customer called 911 because a man was stalking two girls in the store. The girls appeared to be about 10. The man followed them around the store, upstairs and downstairs, carrying his pr0n with him. Maybe he just wanted them to see him masturbating, or maybe he had darker intentions. We'll never know because apparently his behavior was creepy enough that another customer noticed and called the cops. The creep disappeared before they could talk to him. He wouldn't have been the first scumbag to masturbate in the Kid's section. And yet, later that same day, I found a nine-year old girl who had been left in charge of her three-year old little brother while her mother was out and about shopping. It's a big store. With two floors. And a parking lot right outside. I feel bad for kids whose parents are such morons.


Blogger anonymous said...

What I love are the customers who come back to me 2 or 3 times with questions (or the same question), each time complaining about the rudeness and/or ineptitude of the last person they asked.

9:06 AM  
Blogger ereshkigal said...

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5:01 PM  
Blogger ereshkigal said...

On Echo, that last post is what we would call "Found Object Self-Awareness."

5:03 PM  
Blogger MarkFarley said...

Hey there you,

Please forward this to anyone you know that could help

8:10 AM  
Blogger Entil-Zha said...

I wonder if the guy who flushed his cellphone was on the other line with someone. That's rude. I don't want to talk to you while you're wiping your ass. Finish taking a crap, then call me.

11:31 PM  

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