Don’t put your head in the copy machine. That’s where the paper comes out. Because you could get hurt. I don’t know how, and I don’t want to have to find out. Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Don’t swing on this door. Don’t swing on this door. It will fall off, it’s done it before. Don’t. You would get hurt. Stay on your own side of the counter. Stay on your own side, please. Don’t put your hands in the copy machine! Don’t put your glove in there, either. Please give me those scissors. No, that’s not how you take a picture with the copy machine. That’s the wrong part of it. Don’t put your head in there! Don’t put it in THERE, either! Don’t put your head anywhere near the copy machine. Give me back my ruler, please. No, you can’t play with the phone. No, I won’t let you play with my computer. It’s a special computer, you have to work here to use it. No, you can’t play that you’re working here. Stay on your own side of the counter. Stop putting things in the copy machine. Stop leaning on the door. Get out of the garbage can. The ruler is not a sword. Please let the lady get to the copy machine. Please don’t touch her things. Stop swinging on the door. Stay on your own side of the counter. Don’t swing on the door. Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Where is your mother? Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Don’t. Don’t. Please stop that. No. No. I can’t. Because. No. Don’t. Stop. Please don’t do that. Can I have that back?
Ma’am, I’m afraid your son might hurt himself with the copy machine. There’s a sticker right on it that says not to put your hands in that part of it, so I don’t think he should put his head in it either. Ma’am, could you try to keep your son from touching the copy machine while you use it?
Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Don’t put your head in the copy machine. Don’t put your head in the copy machine.
Awwww… it would’ve done the future gene-pool a major service if you’d let the little scroat stick his head right into the guts of the machine. What did you wanna go and stop him for??
Here’s what you say next time. Say, “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that if your child breaks our copy machine because he’s fooling around with it, you’ll have to pay for its repair. So sorry, just company policy, you understand, I’m sure…”
And, “Ma’am, I’m sorry but I’m afraid that our rule is ‘Employees Only’ behind the counter, the insurance company requires it, so sorry, just company policy, you understand, I’m sure…”
No, you’re right, Michael. I put it in a spoiler because it looked bad on a gray background. I should have picked by colors better, and I didn’t want to re-do the whole thing.
racinchikki–I am right here with ya. When I worked for Godiva, there was an incident involving a man, his 3 yr old and the store’s bathroom. The bathroom was located in our stockroom, which was off-limits to anyone but employees. Simple concept,right? Well,according to the employee (a Very Sweet Girl™) who assisted him, the moron dad stood there for about 20-30 trying to decide on whether or not he should buy 1 box of chocolate or two while his kid was grabbing his (his own…not the dad’s…lol)crotch,dancing around and doing all the usual things kids do to get attention when they need to use the bathroom.Moron dad ignores him and finally decides not to buy ANYTHING…at which point I assume he took his kid to the bathroom.The very next day, the kid’s mom calls the store and asks to speak to a mgr. Since a mgr is not there at the time of the call,I take the call. For 45 min I had to listen to her rant and rave, screaming at me and calling me all sorts of names because supposedly we hadn’t let her kid go back into the stockroom to use our toidy.She claimed she’d been let back there before (a blatant lie)and that her kid peed on th e floor(he didn’t),as well as how she was going to call the BBB on us and report all our bad customer svc to them.I kind of muddled through it,occassionally saying things to placate her like “Yes ma’am”. I gave up trying to explain it was store policy not to let anyone except employees into the stockroom from the very beginning as she didn’t want to listen to anything I said. She said I was a horrible person and that they should close the store because of how the employee in question behaved. I was even told that I should take all the store’s merchandise and shove it where the sun don’t shine!
Oy…I hate parents who think their kids are little cherubs a nd that their shit smells like roses.:smack:
There was a woman standing less than two feet away from me and the little boy (who looked around 7) the entire time. I had assumed she was his mother, but when she let him run amok so long while doing things that she MUST have heard me telling him were dangerous, I thought perhaps I was wrong in my assumption, so I asked him - nope, that was her right there standing eighteen inches away doing NOTHING.
People like that, it should be legal for me to snuff them in the grill with the nearest blunt object.
And thank you for the compliment, stpauler. It makes me feel a little better than my tension can amuse. (I’m serious.)
