I Hate This Town
Yesterday made me fully appreciate how much I loathe this town.
On top of having a headache and the beginnings of a cold, I think yesterday had to be the worst day of work since I was at Regimental Quartermaster. Ignorant tourists, screaming children who can't keep their goddamn paws off of anything, and parents too weak-willed to discipline said children.
But by far the worst was of all people a German biker, which reaffirms that of all the people that visit this town, bikers are by far my most hated. Anyways, this German biker comes in and starts looking at the fake Luger we have sitting in the case. He asks me to take it out of the case so he can see it. I can barely understand a word he's saying what with the thick German accent and some sort of speech impediment along with it. So I get him the Luger (doesn't fire for real), and he wants to buy it. So I go and look for one in the stock, which we don't have. I tell him the display piece is the last one, and this sets off a five or ten minute argument over what he is going to pay for the damned thing. Apparently, he thinks the USA is just like Europe, where people haggle for prices before they buy things. I told him I am not authorrized to do that, and if I do my manager can see it on the register tape and I will get in trouble. Well, of course this guy didn't care about me getting in trouble, and he would not drop the issue when I said no. He was so persistent I had to raise my voice at him, which I have never had to do in all the years I've worked in retail here. For five minutes at least I was telling him I couldn't sell it for less than the marked price, and he just would not accept that. In addition, between his individual arguments that he should get a deal on the thing, he was mocking my stubbornness and accusing me of being a poor salesman. I was two seconds from telling him to go to hell and get the fuck out of my store, but finally he relented and said to just sell it to him without charging him tax. I figured I'd just sell it to him for full price and tax included, but just tell him I took the tax off. And he was dumb enough to buy it, so that finally got him out of the store.
For about 20 minutes. He comes back in after 20 minutes and says that its broken. I am very short with him at this point. I take the thing out of the box, and check all the working parts. It's a little sluggish, but they still work fine. Then I give it back to him and he tries, and he's manhandling the fucking thing. I was thinking, well no wonder its not working right when you're manhandling the fucking thing, it's not made like a real gun. It will break much easier. I told him we don't do refunds, and he turned about and walked away.
So, chalk up Reason #1344 for why I hate this town.
On top of having a headache and the beginnings of a cold, I think yesterday had to be the worst day of work since I was at Regimental Quartermaster. Ignorant tourists, screaming children who can't keep their goddamn paws off of anything, and parents too weak-willed to discipline said children.
But by far the worst was of all people a German biker, which reaffirms that of all the people that visit this town, bikers are by far my most hated. Anyways, this German biker comes in and starts looking at the fake Luger we have sitting in the case. He asks me to take it out of the case so he can see it. I can barely understand a word he's saying what with the thick German accent and some sort of speech impediment along with it. So I get him the Luger (doesn't fire for real), and he wants to buy it. So I go and look for one in the stock, which we don't have. I tell him the display piece is the last one, and this sets off a five or ten minute argument over what he is going to pay for the damned thing. Apparently, he thinks the USA is just like Europe, where people haggle for prices before they buy things. I told him I am not authorrized to do that, and if I do my manager can see it on the register tape and I will get in trouble. Well, of course this guy didn't care about me getting in trouble, and he would not drop the issue when I said no. He was so persistent I had to raise my voice at him, which I have never had to do in all the years I've worked in retail here. For five minutes at least I was telling him I couldn't sell it for less than the marked price, and he just would not accept that. In addition, between his individual arguments that he should get a deal on the thing, he was mocking my stubbornness and accusing me of being a poor salesman. I was two seconds from telling him to go to hell and get the fuck out of my store, but finally he relented and said to just sell it to him without charging him tax. I figured I'd just sell it to him for full price and tax included, but just tell him I took the tax off. And he was dumb enough to buy it, so that finally got him out of the store.
For about 20 minutes. He comes back in after 20 minutes and says that its broken. I am very short with him at this point. I take the thing out of the box, and check all the working parts. It's a little sluggish, but they still work fine. Then I give it back to him and he tries, and he's manhandling the fucking thing. I was thinking, well no wonder its not working right when you're manhandling the fucking thing, it's not made like a real gun. It will break much easier. I told him we don't do refunds, and he turned about and walked away.
So, chalk up Reason #1344 for why I hate this town.