Our store was closing, so we started selling our fixtures. Once it was time for people to pick up their units, I called everyone and let them know when they could pick them up. If they didn’t, the items would be thrown away on our last business day. I called everyone who hadn’t picked up the last two weeks before we closed. Some were earlier depending on if the fixture was cleared out, and I would always update the sheet when an attempt was made to contact or any updates.
A middle-aged lady bought the fixture where our bagged candy used to be. Since it was the bagged candy section, the only shelves were the ones on the back end because there were some chips, maybe about five shelves total. I called her seven times. The first three times, her mailbox was full, for calls four through six, I left messages, and the last time, I spoke to someone who wasn’t her; they sounded like a granddaughter.
The lady finally came in on the second-to-last day.
Lady: “You guys never called me to pick this up!”
Me: “Actually, I called you seven times and left messages when your mailbox wasn’t full.”
She waved me off and kept complaining. Then, she got to the fixture.
Lady: “This isn’t the fixture I bought. I wanted to use this as a bookshelf; that’s the whole reason I got it. You guys took the shelves off.”
Me: “The only shelves this one had are in the back because it had bagged candy.”
Lady: “No, you’re lying.”
Me: “I’m not. I worked in this section for eight years; I know what this fixture used to be.”
We kept going back and forth. I finally left and grabbed my supervisor, and he told her the same thing. (He also mainly worked in that department.)
Finally, the general manager came over and just gave her ten shelves, which was about $10. He took them off of another fixture before I told him that it had been paid for by someone else.
She had another fixture to pick up and complained that the shelves were dirty, and we just shrugged. The liquidation company policy was final sale, as-is, and you’re responsible for loading items yourself.
I hated her so much and was so happy when she left the store. When I ranted to my supervisor, he said the general manager gave her the free shelving because the money from fixtures was going to another company and not the store we worked for, so he didn’t care.