A person is smart, people, are stupid. Really, REALLY stupid.
“Why does it hurt when I pee?”
“Because your penis is in the soup.”
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A person is smart, people, are stupid. Really, REALLY stupid.
“Why does it hurt when I pee?”
“Because your penis is in the soup.”
bawhawhawhawhaw
Well everynight I get off of work, and everynight something new pisses me off. I don’t know if it’s because lately people have been getting on my nerves or what.
Anyway, I’m behind the counter and I ask this lady if I can help her. She says, “no I’m just looking.” But as soon as I turn my back she says, “oh, how much is this?” I"m like damn!! I just asked you if you wanted help and you said no! Grrr
Oh…and the real brainiacs out there…ok I work at Jewelry…BEHIND THE COUNTER. So I’m BEHIND the counter…in dressy clothes…w/diamonds scattered across my safe…and this lady goes, “excuse me, do you work here?” I’m like NOOOO Me?? work here??? they just let me come back here from time to time. Would you like to try? What is up with that??? How do these people function on a day to day basis??
You wanna hear something really silly?
tee hee!
Well, I used to get quite a few people asking me if I worked in whatever store I happened to be shopping in myself. Always, I would smile politely and say, “Sorry, no I don’t.” and they’d walk away in search of a real employee.
I had this happen twice in the same store within ten minutes of each encounter so I asked the second woman why she thought I did work there (I’m nosey, so sue me).
“Well, you’re dressed so nicely, I… I just thought you did”, she stammered out, slightly embarrassed. Now, there wasn’t a need for her to feel badly or strange but she did. Awkward politeness at its finest.
Personally, I think it’s that and the fact that I’m tall. I can be seen easily. As the six foot, one inch Amazon Goddess that I am, of course I would be the first person they see. ALL HAIL ME! (kneel slave… NOW)
But yes, you will find those mental giants around that will ask a name tag totin’, apron wearin’, behind-the-counter standin’ clerk IF they work there. Again I say, GET A CLUE! Open your beady lil’, product-filled eyes and SEE!
“Behold!”
“O’er yonder… there stands the e’er faithful and trustworthy store peon, ready to endure our amazingly dense and consistently idiotic interrogations and painfully slow ruminations! Fetch that lowly slave so that he/she may serve our stupidity, right quick!”
Provided that the clerk is actually trustworthy. Retail servitude is a two-way street, doncha know… (a very related hijack)
I’ve come across the creme de la creme of stupid clerks that really make me afraid for the human race and our future. YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN! Those mental giants BEHIND… yes, behind the counter who couldn’t think to save their lives. They are rude, stupid, smart-assed, uneducated about ANYTHING they sell, and look at you as intelligently as a cow chewing its cud (sometimes people shouldn’t chew gum).
So, in summary: People are stupid, people are everywhere, people are stupidly everywhere…
and I sound stupid, dang it all!
Newsflash: men with tiny penises need to show the world how masterful they are. Best chances: the waitress at the Waffle House, the waitress at the topless bar, the girl in the convenience store. Women who have men who have tiny penises need to show how totally in control they are. Best chances: anyone in retail, the childcare lady, any waitress. It’s a natural law.
Sigh.
Not sure what off ramp this thread took, but it has definitely been taken.
A rant, such as this, can have all the ramps it needs, don’t you think?
Retail is a horrible thing.
Stop the insanity! Down with consumerism!
Tee hee, did I just make up a word?
Well it was just time for the cashiers to mouth off. Customers seem to think since they are speding their money, they can so we’re fighting back. Not in a very productive way, but hey. I look at it this way, if a customer thinks I’m rude, for example this guy told me he wasn’t going to buy from me because I’m rude, I just say “hey…I’m going to get paid either way so you can do what you want.” which is true.
All in all, you have your good customers, and bad ones. But lately the bad ones seem to come out in droves. yesterday I had to work in the stockroom for three hours. It was a nice change. Didn’t have to deal with anyone for three blissful hours. Looking forward to doing it again bwahahaha.
My favorite from a friend of mine who had his nightmare in retail.
“No sir, you are not allowed to smoke next to the gas pumps.”
Repeat all too often.
:eek:
It would serve the smoker right…
I get this all the time myself. It is not because I am tall (5’ 7"), and it is not because I am always well dressed. One time at Target I am wearing my dirty blue mechanics uniform after work I get asked if I work there.
I maintain that I have the generic employee face.
SanguineSpider I get the same as well! Strangely enough even in Walmart and I’ve never worked there! I certainly don’t wear a blue vest while I’m there… maybe it is the tall/dressed nice thing that does it? (I’m 6’1 myself… grins Fellow amazon checking in)
Of course if I do know what they are asking I will tell them. Usually where some section is or the bathrooms are… I feel like if I can help someone I will… save the poor employees a little. Or maybe I’m just really polite?
It IS me! I finally got around to visiting this as per your suggestion.
I’ve been assaulted three times by the public.
In each case, I had never even seen the person in question 90 seconds before the assault.
At no time was I connected in any way with their problems.
My supervisor ask me to apologize to them.
I work in that monolithic, monsterous institution so many of you are afraid of–government. :rolleyes:
I think this thread is hindering my work. Today, while at the hell hole, I noticed I was getting more and more irritated at customers. More so than usual. All I could think about were the things said in this thread heh. I nearly yelled at one today who just got on my nerves so bad. The customer is not always right! Grrr.
And then from the other side:
There is the cute little honey behind the counter on the fucking phone with her boyfriend. I have been known to hang up her call if I can reach it.
Or the bagboy more interested in flirting with the cashier two registers behind than in bagging my groceries. I was 8 month pregnant and been on my feet all day…
Or last night’s winner: I rang the doorbell twice, pounded on the door, CALLED them on the phone no answer. Finally went to the basement window and yelled at them to come get their pizza. Her response? You’re early! Yeah, won’t happen again.
Why is it I can wander around a store for hours looking for help… but soon as my son gets NEAR anything I have half a dozen rent a cops there glaring?
Oh I forgot one: I ABSOLUTELY HATE asking an employee for assistance and they answer" I don’t usually work here so I can’t help you." WTF?! IF you are working there learn the god damned area!
Then when I ask them if they can call for someone who does know the area they look at me like I just pissed on their shoes. Guess what YOU wear a nametag with your name on it… I learned to read many years ago. My next stop is the manager’s office…
:smack:
Ah hell this one is about a customer! Perfectly good counter revelution blown to hell by an ugly fact!
A few things:
We don’t mind babies in the restaraunt. We don’t mind small children in the restaraunt. We do, however, mind if said babies and small children cannot stop squealing and, in the case of the small children, running around the dining room and/or buffet. This is happening too much lately and the waitresses are going to start kicking your children if you can’t keep them under control. I will personally start leading standing ovations when you leave if this doesn’t get better right quick.
Look at me. Am I wearing red, black, and white? Do you see a bow tie on me? No. This is because I am not your waitress. Stop giving me your drink orders. Stop getting upset at your waitress because you gave me your drink orders, which, by the way, I merrily ignore. Is this your first time eating out? Are you unfamiliar with the “hostess/seater” concept?
Tell me BEFORE I get to the back room that you want to sit in the front. We have a rotation that we go through here: left side, right side, back room. If you reeeeeaaaallly hate cigarette smoke, ask to sit in the front as the smoking section is in the back. Do not get mad at me because you blindly followed me through the front room, buffet, and back room before you decided you didn’t like it.
Also, tell me if you want a table. Most people prefer booths, so that is the default for pairs and small groups. If you can’t get your fat ass into a booth, you might want to specify table before I find you a booth.
And finally, don’t block the entrance when you’re waiting to pay. This is a small restaraunt, so you can’t spread out like you’re at Applebee’s or some such chain. Don’t stand there staring blankly at me when it’s your turn to pay. Don’t stand there arguing about who’s going to pay. Decide that when you get your ticket. Make sure you HAVE your ticket when you come up to pay because otherwise I’ll have to chase down your waitress to get it which will back up the line even more, and guess who gets in trouble for that? It should be you, but it ain’t.
The sad thing is, some of the people who do this are regular customers. I weep for the fate of humanity.
It’s been my experience that the hostess does take drink orders, usually under busy circumstances though (and I’ve experienced this from both sides, as hostess and customer). But I suppose it could depend on the restaurant, I realize that certain places have different ideas of what to do or not do. Maybe the people are used to places where the hostess takes their drink orders?
I’ve been to most of the restaraunts in this town and none of them do it like that. I haven’t been to all of them, though, and there are probably some in other towns that do it like that. But like I said, some of the regulars are the ones doing this stuff. Truly, the learning process has slowed down.