General Public FTW
I hate people. This is no secret to anyone (or at least it shouldn't be). Examples follow.
1: Yesterday. Target. I'm dropping something off at Guest Services, and I'm just in time to witness a woman coming up all in a huff with a broken car DVD player. She starts getting in everyone's face, complaining that she's bought three of them - all of which have broken - and that we should FIX IT RIGHT NOW because it is OUR PRODUCT even though Target TOTALLY DOESN'T MANUFACTURE ELECTRONICS. Her bitchiness escalated without provocation until:
"You had better be able to help me right now. I mean it. Because I swear to god, if my husband has to come in here, there'll be body bags."
What.
My supervisor, Tonji, offered to give this woman every phone number under the sun. Apparently she has tried these phone numbers, and got nowhere. So now it is supposed to be our problem, and we should deal with Corporate because her brat children broke a shiny toy. Then: "I don't mean to be rude, but who is above you?"
Tonji smilesmilesmiled, then called Sarah up. Pfftt.
2: Hicks of white trash fame came to my register with two kids. The girl was pleading to go to the library, and the toothless and filthy mother was all 'UM NO I DO NOT THINK SO, YOU'RE TOO FUCKING ANNOYING'. Okay, so reading is bad. Reading is not allowed. She proceeded to bitch at both of her kids, with the father joining in, and then began to write out a check.
She got to 'Tar' and stopped.
And squinted.
And looked for anything around my register that could tell her how to spell Target.
She eventually ended up staring at the badge on my chest, and then proceeded to misspell the word 'twelve' as 'twelive'.
3: The woman who was 'weirded out' because her total was a duplicate of how old Jesus was when he was killed.
Augh.
1: Yesterday. Target. I'm dropping something off at Guest Services, and I'm just in time to witness a woman coming up all in a huff with a broken car DVD player. She starts getting in everyone's face, complaining that she's bought three of them - all of which have broken - and that we should FIX IT RIGHT NOW because it is OUR PRODUCT even though Target TOTALLY DOESN'T MANUFACTURE ELECTRONICS. Her bitchiness escalated without provocation until:
"You had better be able to help me right now. I mean it. Because I swear to god, if my husband has to come in here, there'll be body bags."
What.
My supervisor, Tonji, offered to give this woman every phone number under the sun. Apparently she has tried these phone numbers, and got nowhere. So now it is supposed to be our problem, and we should deal with Corporate because her brat children broke a shiny toy. Then: "I don't mean to be rude, but who is above you?"
Tonji smilesmilesmiled, then called Sarah up. Pfftt.
2: Hicks of white trash fame came to my register with two kids. The girl was pleading to go to the library, and the toothless and filthy mother was all 'UM NO I DO NOT THINK SO, YOU'RE TOO FUCKING ANNOYING'. Okay, so reading is bad. Reading is not allowed. She proceeded to bitch at both of her kids, with the father joining in, and then began to write out a check.
She got to 'Tar' and stopped.
And squinted.
And looked for anything around my register that could tell her how to spell Target.
She eventually ended up staring at the badge on my chest, and then proceeded to misspell the word 'twelve' as 'twelive'.
3: The woman who was 'weirded out' because her total was a duplicate of how old Jesus was when he was killed.
Augh.