Unfiltered Story #146050

, , | Unfiltered | April 6, 2019

I’m stocking when I hear a group of women loudly wandering around the aisle next to mine.  A middle aged woman comes storming up to me and very rudely asks for assistance finding something.
Woman: Do you have something you can draw on that you make into temporary tattoos?
Me: I’m not sure, I’ve never seen that but I can check with someone else to see if we carry it. (I then page over the radio to see if anyone knows where/what it is)
Woman: Oh, and don’t tell me you don’t have it, because we checked online and you have it in stock!
Me: Well, no one else knows quite what you’re looking for either, do you have the item number from our website with you so I could look it up for you?
Woman: What? Seriously? I didn’t think I’d have to do that much *work*! (She then promptly storms of complaining loudly to the two women with her. I was getting pretty irritated at this point, I can’t be expected to know where ever item is, out of the hundreds of items we have in stock. So, I go to my manager who’s setting up a display a few aisles over and ask him if he knows where the item is.)
Manager: Well, I know we have it, but I don’t know where it is.
(At this point the woman comes up behind me and starts complaining again)
Woman: Can’t you just look it up or something? Can’t you just go online and look it up? None of us even have our phones on us, and you have it in stock so you should have to look it up for us.
(After a while of this, my manager and I finally just go out back and look it up, even though we’re not really supposed to. By the time we locate the item and go out to get it for her, she’s already in the aisle with it! We didn’t even get a thanks, she just stormed off again. Not really sure how writing down a number or even writing it down is to much work for something they apparently needed so much…)