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RHSEPT 371

 

From RHUer, January, 2010 :

I work in a bookstore, and basically do whatever needs to be done- shelving, sorting, pulling, register, cafe. You need it done? I can probably do it. It's a job- I've been there too long to really care anymore.

But this little gem last night???  Oh boy!!! 

Now, for the past couple months, we've had this group that comes in a couple times a week to gather in the cafe, hogs up a couple of tables for anywhere between 4-8 hours. Kid you not.

And usually, we don't mind. But lately, we've been getting complaints- they're too loud, they've taken up all the "good" tables, they scare away customers who just want a place to sit and read, and I've busted them more then once for bringing outside food in (can't do that. Violates our local health code- and I am more then happy to rat you out to my managers). And occasionally, they bring along their children. Which is fine- if you watch after them.

So I'm in the middle of my shift, going about my business of shutting down the cafe, when I notice that one of the mothers in the group pulls her daughter aside to "discipline" her. After several harsh words, the little girl's face scrunches up and she runs into the nearby bathroom, sobbing.

And that bathroom? Is literally right next to my cafe.

For the next ten minutes, I get to deal with customers AND employees who are concerned for this little girl, b/c she's thrown herself down IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATHROOM FLOOR, and crying like all get-out.

Never once did mommy dearest get up to check on her little girl, or even look up to scan the store to see where she was. Mommy just kept laughing and chatting with her friends at the nearby table while*I* got to field questions and concerns.

RHSEPT 384I HAVE NEVER HAD A STRONGER URGE TO GO OVER AND SMACK "MOMMY". EVER.

That's not even the best part.

So, little girl finally ventures out of the bathroom, all clear-eyed and like nothing ever happened. She re-joins mommy in the cafe, but is so bored she wanders off.

Over to my cafe.

After staring at the pastry case for a few moments, she sidles up to the counter, looks me straight in the eyes and asks, "Are there any favors I can do in exchange for money?"

"No, sorry." I tell her gently.

Inside, I was really thinking: WTF!!?!? Please, tell me you're KIDDING!?!!!!

Her face gets all sad, she turns away and wanders into the store. And I disappear into the back and the cafe and get on the headset with my cafe supervisor, informing her about what just happened. Needless to say, she was just as shocked and horrified as I was.

*                    *                    *                    *

My first winter at the store, I got a glimpse at how people really are to one another in public.

The store was in the middle of the first Christmas rush I'd ever worked- and we were SWAMPED. We had two ladies who came in, telling one of the cashiers that we had put a book on hold for them. Five seconds later, the cashier can't find the book.

The ladies literally? Go postal.

They get so hostile and rude in fact, that the poor cashier calls up a manager to explain the situation. The manager tries to find the book (which we never had in store to begin with), and pulling out any other book related, in the hopes that these ladies might find something as a suitable substitute.

And all these two ladies are doing are bitching about how they called, we swore we had the book and put it on hold, that we're going to destroy so-and-so's X-mas, etc, etc, etc.

Yes, b/c the world will end if they don't get THAT ONE BOOK!!!!

RHSEPT 389Then the store manager gets involved in the hunt for this book that we supposedly have. This goes on for about a half hour, these ladies never once shutting up.

Then, one of the booksellers suggests that perhaps they put it on hold at the store down the street? Lo and behold, it was so.

These two ladies didn't even apologize- they just swept out the door without so much as a backwards glance or word of apology to the poor cashier they abused, or the three hard-working employee's that tried to help them.

Wow. Jack-asses.

This also happened the very same winter: mother buys her child a hot cocoa and they wander off. Ten minutes I get a call over the headset: could I meet so-and-so in the kids department with towels?

I get there, to find out that the little brat dumped it all over an endcap, thus destroying several dollars worth of books and merchandise. And they? Just walked away.

No sorry, no nothing. In fact, they turned around and  marched back to cafe, demanding another drink for free b/c the little brat spilled it.

And I?

Got to damage out several hundred dollars worth of destroyed children's books and merchandise.

Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.

--RHUer

 

 

Comments

Jofur

It seems like yesterday that the term going postal was coined. Yet it was the 80's.

Jofur

Remember that the 1982 Tylenol tampering cases and copycat tampering started. This led to the safety sealing on products, and before that anyone could just open a bottle and drop something in it without an indication of that having been done. 1983 malicious tampering with consumer products became a federal offense.

Kai Lowell

I don't think I'm quite making the logic connection Jofur...what does safety sealing have to do with hellspawn brats ruining shit?

seija

I think the connection was things that started in the 80s that don't seem that long ago.

Jofur

The going postal reminded me of the eighties and I was thinking how often kids tamper with the food and I'm glade they have a seal, so I don't have kid sucked food put back in the food container to be found later when half used.

Kai Lowell

Ah, alright. Sorry, I'm clearly a little slow these days (and soomeday I will be a big slow.)

Jofur

Kai Lowell I don't even know how my brain works anymore.

Kai Lowell

I know that feel. :D

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