I can remember one night at the Emporium at Disneyland when it took us two hours after closing to get everyone out of the store.
That’s right. Disneyland closed at Midnight. There was an announcement that the shops on Main Street would be open for an additional hour (bringing us to 1 a.m.) for shoppers. This was the ONLY announcement
We got the last customer out just short of 3 a.m. And the staff couldn’t leave until our registers were closed and counted. And guess what? Disney policy is that NO register in a location can be closed until EVERY guest is out of the store. Period.
Whee.
And don’t even talk to me about Michael Jackson. :mad:
Record stores are also bad for lingerers. Where I used to work, we weren’t allowed to close until all the customers were out and we weren’t supposed to ask anyone to leave. We had to settle for asking customers repeatedly and pointedly if we could help them find anything in the minutes approaching closing. If someone was still in the store at nine, we lowered the gates, began counting down one register and cleaning the counters.
My grandfather actually once asked if we kept a gun behind the counter at the store. I pointed out that a) we worked in a mall and couldn’t and b) it wouldn’t have been pulled on robbers.
“It’s 10:00! Either buy the damned single or get out!”
My husband works at a University Library. They go around with a bull-horn at 30-to-close, and announce that copiers and the computers go off at 15 to close (which is midnight). They turn off the lights at five to close. On a good night, he comes out five minutes after close (so the lights have been off for a good ten minutes).
It is not at all unusual for someone to show up at this point, having been doing god-knows-what in a pitch-black library for ten minutes.
You got the hint? Umpteen announcements and still your sorry ass is nursing a $1.50 worth of coffee for 3 hours. Even a $50 tip wouldn’t be worth your slackjawed bullshit. For fuck’s sake, beat it! You don’t have to go home, you just can’t stay here. And once you do make it home, you need to stay there until you learn some fucking manners. You suck, you fucking skidmark. I’m not hinting here.
I can still remember the date, June 8th, 1974. I was working as a cashier in a large store, sort of a proto-WalMart. There was an announcement for everybody to clear the store and seek shelter(we had none) because the weather service had announced a tornado warning. So we were ripping the cash drawers out of the registers and some customers actually got mad because we wouldn’t check them out first. We employees ran across the road to a restaurant that we had arrangements for such situations with. The manager stayed behind to put the cash in the safe, and check to be sure everyone was out. Sure enough, down one aisle, there was a customer with the burning question “Where’s the strawberry jam?”
The reason it is easy for me to remember the date is because it was the eight anniversary of a huge tornado that actually did end up going right through the middle of town. Kansans are sensitive about such things.
I used to work in the fabric department of a Hobby Lobby in our state’s lovely capital. One night, about 5 minutes before close, a mother-daughter team came in and rushed back to my station. They were very apologetic, saying they knew we were closing but they had to get just one thing, because the daughter was getting married. I figured, sure, one thing, what the hell. Anybody want to guess what the one thing was?
Anybody?
Anybody wannna hazard a guess?
30 - COUNT’EM, 30 - FUCKING YARDS OF FUCKING GREEN FUCKING TAFFETA!!! ALL IN ONE LONG PIECE!!!
Fuck you. FUCK YOU. A big, high, hearty fuck you, fuck the short yellow bus that hauled your sorry ass to school, and fuck the goddamn ship that your worthless immigrant ancestors sailed in on. No forgiveness either, Billy Osama Asscunt Ditchturd Baroo. You’re on my shitlist FOREVER for that post.
I used to work food service; pizza delivery, to be specific, and I’d get pissed when someone called with an elaborate order a minute before close.
I used to be the supervisor in a college computer lab, one that closed at 11:00 PM, the same time the library it was in shut its doors. I’d make the first announcement at 10:30, then one at 10:45, then start putting chairs on desks, then shut down the printers and turn off the lights at 10:55. I would actually reach behind the workstations of the international students playing just one last game of Go at 10:59, and flipped the switches off. (Inevitably, they were the last ones in the lab.) Almost always, at 11:00, the lab was cleared.
One guy’s computer crashed at 10:55; he was finishing up his dissertation and wanted me to help recover his document. Nope; time to go home. Had to call the campus cops to forceably drag the guy out of the lab.
You think I don’t know what it’s like to be on the other side? I know … quite well, as a matter of fact. Why am I pissed? Because these stupid announcements are being aired EVERY FIVE MINUTES, that’s why, and at 10:15, I sholdn’t be expected to be made to feel uncomfortable in a place that’s closing in 45 minutes. I ALWAYS leave before close, because I KNOW THE SHIT RETAIL WORKERS HAVE TO GO THROUGH.
Again, in case you didn’t get the hint, Billy, FUCK YOU WITH THE GODDAMN FUCKING BUSINESS END OF A SPLIT LOUISVILLE SLUGGER!
::Lower lip trembles::
::Lone tear slips down cheek::
That’s rather abusive-sounding.
Let me know who else is on your shitlist so I can throw us a party. I don’t expect you to remember though, since you seem to have problems remembering to leave after “Please leave” is announced over a loudspeaker several times.
You “knowing what it’s like” makes your loitering even more inexcusable, stupid.
One again, miniscule penis-head, I don’t leave when they announce the store is closing, because they announce the closing an hour in advance. Store closes at 11:00; I leave at 10:50. Doesn’t sound like “loitering” in any book I know of. The doors will lock at 11:00 whether I leave at 10:50, or right after they start the announcements at 9:30.
Read the post again – that is, if you aren’t having your keepers read it for you. Asshole. I swear to God, if you should set foot in an Orlando DopeFest, you’re going down. Seriously.
"Attention, Borders shoppers. The store will close in five minutes, at which time the doors will be locked and the snarling Borders Dogs O’ Hell will be released to roam the aisles in search of time-challenged customers.
The “beginning one hour beforehand” thing actually is Borders corporate policy, although it gets ignored at some low-traffic stores. Five minute intervals actually don’t sound excessive to me, at least really close to closing time (say, from 10:45 onward).
And, quite frankly, at my store, if we had to make an annoncement any time after 11:00 PM ,quite often we were snippy about it. Not necessarily abusive, but something like “Borders has been closed for five minutes. You ought to be gone now. Our staff will assist you in finding the doors”, if we knew that it was just someone being a dumbass.
Incidentally, I used to work night shift. I know what it’s like to not have time to shop, because generally I could only shop between 8:30 and 9:00 PM, right when most stores were closing. I can sympathize to people who really have to shop that late, even though I can’t sympathize with them if they want to stay past closing. What really, really, burns me, though, is people who come that late, and expect to stay past closing, in order to browse, with no intention of buying anything. You get a lot of said dumbasses in a bookstore, like tom~ sez. That, again, is why they have to make the annoying pages - not to piss off legitimate customers, at least hopefully, but to annoy the worst of the leeches into getting gone without a clerk on each shoulder escorting them out of the building.
Call me a fascist, but closing time means ya gots ta get gone. It’s not optional. It’s the people who treat it as optional that cause a problem, unfortunately.
[qupte]You suck, you fucking skidmark. I’m not hinting here.
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That is a COMPLETELY unjustified and totally inappropriate for my rant about some store making closing announcements every five minutes for an hour.
I have the right to defend myself and fight back. Remember the board rules – don’t be a jerk. Mr. Baroo was a jerk. I guess, though, because he sided with the majority POV in this thread (which I happen to agree with, but he doesn’t get it), the mods will do nothing.
That is a COMPLETELY unjustified and totally inappropriate for my rant about some store making closing announcements every five minutes for an hour.
I have the right to defend myself. If you attack me and I didn’t provike you, I’ll fight back. Remember the board rules – don’t be a jerk. Mr. Baroo was a jerk. I guess, though, because he sided with the majority POV in this thread (which I happen to agree with, but he doesn’t get it), the mods will do nothing.
Oh Jesus!
If you post something in the Pit, don’t turn around and whine that someone disagreed with you in an insulting manner. There is a reason this forum is called the BBQ Pit.
THAT is what you call being a jerk?
How about this?
If you mean that “seriously”, I’d say YOU’RE the one being a jerk. I don’t think the Mods are too fond of threats of violence. Nor are most law enforcement officials.
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*Originally posted by Guinastasia * THAT is what you call being a jerk?
Yup. I didn’t attack any SDMBers, and I didn’t post anything that could label me as a jerk to begin with. Generally, when someone tells me that I suck, I think they’re being a jerk. Doesn’t matter if it’s in the Pit or not.
Ever hear of fighting words?
Double standard, I guess. Folks can flame me, but I can’t flame back, for some reason.
