"Oh, That's Not a Debit"
But it says "debit" on the card! If you want me to run it through like a credit card, fine, but say that. Don't tell me that it's not a debit card.
But it says "debit" on the card! If you want me to run it through like a credit card, fine, but say that. Don't tell me that it's not a debit card.
It's the sixth day in a row you've worked, you're leaving on vacation the next day, and it's the last day you'll be working with your closest work-friend.
Today I helped a woman who wanted me to open a box for her so she could see the actual product. I did so, and she liked it.
Two little boys were running around in the store, goofing off. I didn't think too much about it until I heard one of them say to the other, "Let's play tag!"
Why is it that the people with normal questions ("Do you have _____?") think their questions are weird, but the people with weird questions ("What's the name of the metal-working co-op in your neighborhood?") think their questions are normal?
It stays light later, so people don't realize what time it is, so they don't leave the store when they would have normally.
I watched a couple drag their stroller down a flight of stairs the other day. They looked around briefly, then one said to the other, "This isn't the right section." As they headed back to the staircase, one of them asked the other, "Is there an elevator?"
Working with the public exposes retail workers to all sorts of weirdness. Specifically, the weird things that people name their children. Here's a sample of some of the names that my co-workers and I have heard:
Customer enters store with drink in hand.
The Seattle P.I. has started running a comic strip called "Retail" by Norm Feuti. I almost don't want to tell you about it, since it covers the same subject matter as my blog -- but in a much funnier way!
[Alternate title: You gotta wonder why she bothered to come into the store...]
The other day I heard a wife ask her husband, "Can we get this?"