So this morning, we’ve gotten the following comments:
A lady walks in with a set of inexpensive, obviously purchased because they are on sale, ugly queen sized sheets. This package is obviously bulky, and does not fit into any boxes that we have because it’s really deep and we ran out of deep square boxes on Christmas Eve (duh) and so I said, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we don’t have a box that that would fit in.” Her reply?
“So WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO?!?”
Are you kidding me? I suggested just wrapping the sheets, as they were mildly square shaped, but she got indignant that these 19.99 ugly sheets were a GIFT and WHAT WOULD I BE DOING to fix this obviously terrible atrocity.
I hate people.
The other highlights of the past couple days include 3 awesome questions.
The first: someone called on friday and asked what our hours were for Saturday. When told, “but that’s Christmas,” she replied, “what, you aren’t open?” as though the HRBs provided necessary supplies.
Slightly better: A womyn called and asked if we carried Victoria’s Secret perfume. When told, OBVIOUSLY NOT, she asked to be TRANSFERRED to the Victoria’s Secret. Note that we are not in a mall and the closest Victoria’s Secret is either in Rosedale or at the Mall of America, and that you can’t just “transfer” between stores.
The best: An empoyee called from downstairs and said she had a customer who was wondering if she could use her Marshall Fields gift card here. Also, OBVIOUSLY NOT. Two things were hilarious about this: first, the employee CALLED UPSTAIRS to see if we could take it. Second, when confirmed that we did not accept this form of tender, the womyn replied “but I’ve used them here before.” And . . . no you didn’t. You are lying.
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