By Heather
People never cease to shock me...and I don't mean that in a good way. I'm about an hour into my work day when this customer comes in and asks me if I can match a color she has.
I tell her it depends on what the sample is of. She then whips out a thong and I don't mean a thong sandal. Nope I mean as in thong underwear.
At that point I was very proud of myself because without missing a beat I said we can't color match fabrics but she was welcome to compare her sample to what we had on the color wall and we could just walk in the color from there. She tried to talk me into just trying it out and I explained to her that the texture just casts to much of a shadow for the color eye to match it, it would turn out way to dark and its near impossible to tint it back to a light color that would match the sample, its easier to start out light and add from there. After picking out a few colors close to it she still tried to talk me into it. At that point I did kind of give her a look that screamed "I am not touching your underwear! How are you not getting this?!"
I don't care if they've never been worn, I have no way of knowing that. Seriously what if you were the one behind the counter and I handed you a pair of my underwear and demanded a color match? Wouldn't want to do it would ya!
By Heather
This happened about two nights ago. It was the last time I will ever close the store since I will be starting a new job this coming Monday. I was waiting on my last customer of the night and of course when he swipes his store credit card of course the register prompts for an authorization number. This process usually takes about 2-3 minutes but course this one took 6-8 minutes and I'm convinced that the lady I'm talking to on the other end of the line has short term memory loss because of the amount of times she asked me for the same information over and over again. Now as I'm on hold waiting for her to get her act together so she can provide me with the authorization code I can't help but notice this customer that I am waiting on has his entire hand in his pants and he is just scratching away. First off EEWWWWW! Second, okay I understand you're a guy and having grown up with a brother and being married I understand that every once in a while for a guy there is a level of discomfort that happens in that region periodically. But you don't take care of that in public! If you've ever seen a guy moving side to side or doing a funny little jig THAT is what they are doing! Sorry to out you guys but its not something to be afraid to admit. Because those funny dances you do are way better and more appropriate than sticking half your arm down your pants going downtown Lester Brown on yourself in front of a complete stranger. This guy had problems because it wasn't just a one and done scratch, I'd say it was at least four minutes of scratching and pulling at his crotch outside of his jeans.
To top this off I was only allowed to authorize half the amount of his sale and of course he paid for the rest in cash of which he handed it to me by hand...imagine how thrilled I was to take this mans money. Interesting game to play while watching this happen. Lets play spin the wheel of STD's! Trust me, there is no sufficient amount alcohol disinfectant that I could have drenched my hand in that would have made me feel clean. Of which I drenched my hands in so much that my skin started to peel. Hands down that was the most grossed out a customer has ever made me.
By Heather
How many times do I have to say it? If you are over the age of sixteen its no longer acceptable to keep your money wadded up in your pocket. I can't tell you how many times people, middle aged people give me large wads of money either from the ass pocket or believe it or not, from under there boob. Sweaty boob money is the worst. Think of it people, would you want a complete stranger smothering either swass (ass sweat) or under boob sweat in your hands? No, then why do you insist on doing it to me? I know you could just be being a jerk but its just so unnecessary.
