Mistaken Retail Slave Identity in the Worst Place

I recently left my retail job for a much better job--as a bank teller!

Little did you know, your bank teller is no better off than you, dear retail slave.

OK, of the 9 rings of hell, my bank job puts me on one of the outer, less torturous neighborhoods of Hell, but it's still Metro Hell.

My bank, you see, is located inside a [Insert Largest Retailer Chain Here]. That mean's OUR customers are Wally's customers.

I could rant all day about them--the 500 lb. ones rolling around on those poor electric scooters, the backwoods apes who never bathe... but truly, honestly, the worst part of my job?

The bathroom. I have to use the public bathroom. I cannot tell you how many times I've walked in and turned right around without pause because the stench or something I witnessed was too much to tolerate.

And I don't blame the staff--I know they clean it at least 3 times a day! Would you like to even guess how many people walk in and out of there without washing their hands? There's a reason their toilets are the kind that flush automatically--I'm certain they'd never get flushed otherwise.

Just yesterday I witnessed a woman put her hands in the water at the sink, and instead of then reaching for some soap to wash, she cupped her hands, bent over and started drinking.

The worst, though, was last week. My uniform shirt color changes daily. One day of the week, the shirt is blue. Not even the same color blue that the employees wear, but blue. I went to the bathroom. When I finished, and opened the stall door, there were 3 old ladies standing outside the door, huddled together, waiting for me.

I thought for a second I was about to be mugged by some weird Old Lady Mafia. I froze, since I couldn't exit with them standing there, and waited for whatever it was they had for me.

"You're out of toilet paper!" one hollered, as she pointed toward a southward stall.

"AAAAND paper towels!" accused another.

Ever so slowly, I reached up and pointed to the logo on my shirt, and then at my nametag, also sporting a bank logo.

"I don't work for [Retailer]."

"Oh, we thought you did." They continued to stand there, as if I were still expected to remedy their paper product problem.

"So... can I leave?"

They rolled their eyes and huffed as if it were unbelievably rude of me not to help them, but ultimately parted enough for me to squeeze by, but stood there and watched as I washed my hands, and then used the hand dryer to dry them. I could hear them muttering about it as I left.

---Sam in Indiana

Comments

[Spritzy]

I've had people ask me questions about products or even co-workers ask me questions about store policies or associate rules while in the restroom. Now really? Is that question really so desperatly important that you have to ask me...in there? If I lacked any shame whatsover and was talented enough to do so at will, I would just fart really loudly when people ask me things like that in the restroom.

[Jit]

Hahahahaha!

[N/A]

My store had individual bathrooms, one male and one female. One time I had an old woman try to come in with me. I tried explaining that there was only one toilet and she still wanted to come in with me. I practically had to shove her out the door so I could get it shut and locked. Another time I was standing waiting, about 6 months pregnant and big as a whale at the time. Another woman came up behind me to wait to so I smiled, made a little small talk. The door opened, woman came out, and the woman behind me pushed by me and smirked as she locked the door! Jumping the line is rude at the best of times but shoving by a pregnant woman and making her wait is just heinous.

[Retail Drone #37]

N/A: Wow, you should have given her a good smack on the face.

*Hugs Sam in Indiana* People can be really awful sometimes. How weird is it that they ask you questions and complain in the bathroom? These people are insane.

[Tony]

To N/A, if I were you I would have stood outside the door the whole time banging on it and kicking it as hard as I could until she finished. And then shoved her into the side of the door as I rushed to get inside.

[twitter.com/flecks_flyer]

Holy Maloney N/A! I feel for you! I've carried 3 kids and suffer from OAB. I'd have been doing the Kindergarten 2-step until that lady got out. As someone who is disabled and uses a service dog, I sometimes have to wait for a handicapped stall to open. It annoys me to no end to walk into a multi-stall restroom and have someone take the handicapped stall when they have neither a wheelchair, a child, nor shopping bags... not even a cane! Pharmacy Psycho

[Burger Bitch]

So, the combined IQ of those elderly women was around seven?