Okay RHU, I’ve been labeled many things: asshole, jerk, dumbass, prick.
Well you can add another name to that list:
Allow me to explain.
Ahhh Halloween! The night for kiddies to rot their teeth and gain horrible stomach aches from all the sugary goodness they consumed.
Well the city decides to host a Halloween Event for the locals and get all the businesses involved which was a cool idea for having something fun and safe for the children. In turn, it helps generate extra business and everyone wins right? WRONG!
It was holiday hell for any slave involved. Sadly, the supposed extra business boost did not bolster increased sales because locals were not in the mood to shop but to get their hyperactive hellspawn out of the house. Add sugar in the mix and you got a recipe for disaster.
Anyway, I was working Halloween night and since this was my first time handling the event I thought I would be handing some candy to a few kids throughout the night. In addition, I was expected to sell merchandise, assist customers, and manage the store.
Well, the moment the trick or treating started, ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE! It wasn’t a few kids in costumes.
IT WAS A MOB OF HELLSPAWN DEMONS!
I mean the store was packed! We had lines out the door full of kids wanting some sweets! Many of which were blocking our register that we couldn’t ring up paying custys or help them when they asked questions or needed for us to look for stuff. Adding to the fiasco was the fact that we were understaffed for the event which made it difficult for us to be minding the store, watching for shoplifters, and trying to maintain order. It was like Hurricane Sandy had hit us!
To matter worse were the ungrateful little bastards acting like shits when were gave them some candy. By this time, I turned into the CANDY NAZI and began rationing the amount of sweets for each little spawn.
One in particular really pissed me off.
Me: *hands a few pieces* Here ya go.
Hellspawn: That’s it? Can I get some more?
Me: Sorry, we got a long line going. We gotta be fair to the other kids.
Me: *being strict* I’m sorry but you already got some. Let the others have a chance.
Hellspawn: But you got lots. I want some more. I want some more.
Me: *pissed off by this point* Listen kid! Candy is a privilege not a right. NOW MOVE!
Hellspawn pouts and finally leaves but then I realize have a few more hours of this shit to deal with.
During the next three hours, I had entitled parents cutting the line to get some candy for their hellspawn, a few brats bravely reaching in and try to grab the entire chunk out of the bowl, some kiddies returning to our place because all the other businesses had run out of candy, and a few bastards complaining that we were giving out the cheap crap.
By the last hour of the event, I was over it! The store was a wreck, real paying custys who could not be serviced left, and my coworkers and I frazzled. With a bag and half of candy (which was of course the good stuff) left over, I put up the sign on the door that stated: SORRY OUT OF CANDY! Sure enough the hellspawn took the hint leaving my coworkers some extra good sweets for the next day.
THE CANDY NAZI HAS GOTTEN HIS REVENGE! MUHAHAHAHA!
Ugggh RHU! Halloween used to be my favorite holiday. Now it’s like Black Friday and Christmas in retail. HELL ON EARTH!
And how was your Halloween?