yeah, so today was probably the most eventful workday i've ever had at BR. i'll try to cut this story short, but it's pretty interesting.
so i'm folding some clothes when all of a sudden i see BOTH of my managers race out the front door and stand in the parking lot. i look out the window and see this red car peeling out of the parking lot and my manager is standing there looking at it's license plate.
turns out, these two white ladies came in shopped around, and took three of our most expensive jackets, put them under her arms and SPRINTED out our door, too fast for our alarm system to catch on to. so my manager comes back in and calls the police and gives them the license plate of that car and we stand by the window and watch wehre that car goes.
here are the jackets (this is to add color to this entry):
5 minutes pass.
next thing we know, it's making a huge circle across the freeway and coming back into the shopping center. the car pulls into the back parking lot (through the men's entrance), the lady gets out of the car, runs up to the door, opens it, and throws the jackets back into our store. she then gets back into her car, then she and her friend peel out of the parking lot once again.
(at this point, we're like what the heck.)
so we pick up our jackets, which are not damaged, and hang them on the rack as our evidence for when the police arrive. we close up shop (this is around closing time anyway), and the security guard from our shopping center is inside and wer're all talking about it.
10 minutes pass. then the phone rings.
"thanks for calling banana republic, blah blah blah, how can i help you?"
"yes, i was just wondering if those jackets were returned to your store?"
"um...yes they were."
click.
my coworker looks at all of us and is like, 'i think that was the lady?' hahaa. we start cracking up at how stupid she is to call our store and ask that. we stand around and keep tlaking about it and saying how she and her friend are probably amateurs. (i mean, obviously. we've never met a thief that actually returns stolen goods.)
another 5 minutes pass. phone rings again.
this time, my manager (the one who ran in the parking lot and wrote down the license plate) picks up the phone.
"thanks for calling banana republic, this is mark, the manager on duty, how can i help you?"
"yes, i was just wondering if those jackets were returned to your store?"
"yes, the jackets you stole were returned to our store because YOU returned them. thank you for that."
"yeah, that was a joke..."
"well, it's not funny. that is not a joke. you know what IS a funny joke? you calling us TWICE."
"you didn't call the police did you? there's no need for that since i already returned the merchandise."
"actually, we did. once our merchandise leaves the store, it's considered theft."
"well, i returned it. am i going to have a record now???"
"that's for the police to decide, so you can deal with it with them. thanks for calling, bye bye."
we all crack up. (my manager's a pretty funny gay guy).
then the cops come and get our statements and whatever...and even the police tells us this is the stupidest thief he's ever heard of and finds the entire story so funny that he says he's going to go tell his wife when he gets home.
the thief lady and her friend would have fled with over $600 worth of jackets had she not been so stupid.
we all decide this is the most exciting day since we've all started working at Banana Republic.
right before all this happened, i was helping a customer. some ghetto azn thug guy walks in from the women's side, walks right up to me as i'm folding clothes and goes "i'm looking for those pants that are wide at the bottom. i want those."
and i'm all like, "oh. uhh...okay, let me show you where they are." so we go over to the men's side, and i show him our dawson fit slacks, and he says he wants black. so i show him some dark gray ones (we couldnt' find the black ones) and he's like, "okay i'll take this one. i'm a 33/32."
and he just stands there and expects me to get it for him. i'm like, dude, what the heck. hahaha.
so i look for a 33/32 for him and he doesn't take it. like he expects me to hold it. then he's like, oh wait, i see the black, so i go over to another rack and we see the black ones hanging there.
"33/32. i'll take it if you can find it on the rack."
so i unwillingly look through the rack to find his stupid 33/32 size, and i put it up at the front desk for him. then he comes up to me with two shirts and just hands it to me like i'm a maid or something. i can't stand it when customers are like that.
i mean seriously...you're in BANANA. not some magnifico department store where the employees follow you around and are expected to hold all your items for you like a servant. ack.
so then i throw all his clothes behind the cash registers and tell him he can go look for more stuff. so i go back to folding my clothes, hoping he won't come back, but then he does. walks right up to me, hands me ANOTHER shirt and is like, 'oh also, do you guys have clubbing jeans?"
im all what the heck are clubbing jeans.
he says they're like, shiny silvery but denim jeans. just for kicks, i show him the ugliest dark denim jeans.
finally, he's like, okay i'm ready to check out. and of course, i tell him that the cash register person will help him check out.
on his way out, he comes up to me with a cigarette already in his mouth and is like, 'i made sure you got all the credit. you gotta remember me!"
uh, EWW?? i'm all smiley and like, "oh, thanks. GET AWAY YOU MOST ANNOYING CUSTOMERRRRRRRRRR!!!!" haha just kidding. i didn't say that of course. but i was just like, okay bye.
okay, 1)he acted snobby, 2)i hate it when customers remind you that they gave you the credit because honestly, i'd rather not get credit from you so that way i wouldn't be the one dealing with you.
yeah, he gave me around $400 in sales, but it's not like i work on commission so it really doesn't do me any good.
i hope he never comes back.