Unfiltered Story #190558

, , , | Unfiltered | March 24, 2020

(I’m working night stock in a Midwestern grocery/department store, currently pulling out pallets of stock. While in the back room, I see two girls walking by in street clothes. I smile and give them a funny look, as I don’t recognize them and wonder if they’re vendors or cashiers coming to look at their schedule. I thought it odd when the older one laughed and pointed to my pallet jack, telling the other about how she used to use those, but I just shrugged and moved on. When I looked back, I saw them go into the break room, then back out onto the floor.

Fast forward 10 minutes and I’m on the hilo, pulling heavier pallets across the store, when I hear chatting coming from the doors by our media department. I see them hanging out for a moment in the doorway before walking toward the corporate offices and peeking into the window.)

Me: “Ok, now I have to ask. Who are you?”

Woman: (nonchalantly) “Oh I used to work here”

Me: “Used to? Then you know you can’t be back here, right?” *points to the swinging doors*

Woman: “Oh I know. I was just looking around.”

(They leave, I called the media person to have her keep them out, then my boss comes around the corner.)

Me: So, I just kicked two girls out of the back room.

Boss: Seriously? Show me who they are.

(I do, and she confronts them. Apparently the woman worked here 20 years ago (she looked much younger) and just wanted to check things out. She looked at my boss as if confused/offended about why she was being confronted before being kicked out.)