Oh, the stupidity of shoppers. Working in retail is not good for one’s outlook on humanity.
I’ve been approached by multiple shopper asking if have"[store-brand]cheese," no problem there. But when I ask what *kind *of cheese I receive only a startled, deer-in-the-headlights look, as if the concept different kind of cheese completely blew his/her mind and caused an existential crisis.
One woman walked up to me and said, “Do you have gluten free?” We looked at each other for a beat, because that phrase is often followed by a word of phrase indicating a kind of food, like pizza or crackers or something. A bit of questioning revealed that woman’s son said he wanted to “eat gluten free” and she had apparently decided to shop for him thinking that “gluten free” was a kind of food, like bread or cheese or something. Luckily, I could help her, or so I thought, by explaining what gluten free actually meant and picking up a nearby bag of potato chips to point out the “gf” symbol. She looked thoroughly confused but didn’t have any questions so I walked away to continue working.
For the worst (so far) a bit of background is necessary. My store usually has pallets of toilet paper stacked up in a location that is visible to all, but only accessible to employees, while the TP that is for sale is near-by, with a price sign above it. In front of this stack are jugs of water, with price signs posted above them. Furthermore, in my store all price signs have the product’s brand and description printed clearly. The price of the water is far lower than the price of the TP. Oftentimes shoppers will approach me and point to the TP, asking where they can find it. No problem, “Right down this aisle, sir/ma’am/folks,” I’ll say, and all is well. One evening a fine gentleman [/sarcasm] was wandering the area, confusion writ upon his face. Seeing this, I stopped and asked, “Can I help you find anything, sir?” He said, “Yeah, where’s that toilet paper?” When I pointed him in the right direction he stopped me, saying, “Yeah but that one said [TP price], where’s the one for [water jug price]?” What I wanted to say was, “If your lazy, dumb ass would bother to read the fucking price signs, you’d know how stupid that question is, but apparently that’s beyond your abilities. Frankly, I’m surprised that you’re able to accomplish a task as complicated as turning your doorknob to leave the house. I’d ask you to do the species a favor and not breed, but from the looks of it that won’t be a problem.” I really wish I could have said that.