Samus here venting some of my own pet peeves.
Staff here always does our level best to greet every customer who enters and ask if there is anything they are looking for in particular. At least several times a day we get the people who immediately dismiss us with the "just looking" and yet come up not even 30 seconds later going "where's such-n-such?" I don't know why people think they can find a game faster than us.
The second happens when I'm working solo. Sometimes we get a lot of shipment in, and I have to try to process it asap which means my back is turned to one of the registers immediately behind me. I do try to look up and around and make sure everyone is happy but I have so much to do. People will stand in my blind spot and just wait for me to see them. I honestly would prefer a little "excuse me" so I know they need me.
Maybe I'm wrong in this? I dunno.
Finally is the people who will open say "Well competitor has this for XX.XX."
Not sure how much trouble I will get into if I say, "Go ahead then, we don't need your business." Usually I just say something along the lines of "they are a big box store, we aren't. We try our level best to compete but if they are having a sale there is nothing we can do about that. Sometimes we have a sale too and our prices are better. That is how retail works."
Good luck out there you register jockeys, you champions of the retail world!
I worked a bar in college and there were about four salesmen from a local car dealership that came in for happy hour almost every day. I was nice to them cuz they tipped well but they were all pigs in my mind.
One day I refused to go on a date with one of them; he was late 40's, I was 22. He was also an asshole and asked me out on a date daily.
He grew angry with me picked up the soda dispenser hose and sprayed me with it. All over my face, hair and down my top.
I told him to get the Eff out of the bar and told him he was never welcomed back.
He tried kissing my butt for days, somehow got my phone number and called apologizing every thirty minutes, even sent flowers to the bar.
I had never felt so disrespected in my life. I never spoke to him again, and when he came into the bar I refused to serve him. His buddies always had to buy his beer because I wouldn't sell to him (and my manager wouldn't 86 him).