My little farmer's market store traded me to a smaller, newer location they opened back at the beginning of the summer. This was an old convenience store that closed and opened at a larger location down the road, complete with gas pumps. Our store bought the location and set up in the parking lot, as the previous owners had left the inside in a horrible condition. (You had to put on a mask to go into the bathroom).
Mind you, it was summer, so it's hot and sweaty outside, all the time. Our idiot of a manager put us at the lowest part of the parking lot, so when it rained, all the water collected under our feet and over them. It was hell keeping the registers and the credit card machine dry. During storms, we were left there, outside, save for once.
And I don't know what it is, but people seem to get the urge to shop more if it's raining, even if the store is outdoors, where the checkouts aren't covered.
Yeah, I didn't get it, either.
While two other cashiers were on, (we only had two registers), I took an umbrella and chaperoned customers through the unsheltered lines, at least until they got to their cars. Not something I was told to do, but hey, I was a naive kid.
One jerk demanded that, not only would I take his huge watermelon to his car, but that I would do it while HE took MY umbrella and walked ahead of me. I agreed: I was already soaking wet, and my boss was a stickler for that sort of thing.
What does this guy say to me when I get there? "Good: your tits are showing through your shirt. Thanks, baby."
Then he threw my umbrella at me and drove off, splashing my back with water as I made my way back to the tent. Boss wouldn't even let me call someone to bring me fresh clothes.
To Tits-Man, I hope you choked on that watermelon, you asshole.
--Farmer's Market Bitch