Wish They Would Just Scoot
(We are located on the downtown strip of an eclectic town, so we get all sorts of characters in our store. Usually, it makes the job fun and interesting, but sometimes it’s just aggravating. This is a story I watch unfold. A customer tries to drive a motorized scooter into the store.)
Coworker: “Sorry, you can’t bring that in here!”
Customer: *shouts over motor* “What? I can’t hear you!”
Coworker: “You. Cannot. Bring. That. In. Here.”
Customer: “What?! I still can’t hear you!”
Coworker: “YOU CAN’T BRING THAT IN HERE.”
Customer: “Oh.”
(He does a 16-point turn to turn around and take the scooter outside. He then places it directly in front of one of the doors.)
Customer: “Can you give me directions to the post office?”
Coworker: *trying to get rid of him as fast as possible* “Cross the street, and then take a left. It’s at the end of the block.”
Customer: “Where?”
Coworker: *explains again*
Customer: “Where?”
Coworker: *explains another three times*
Customer: “Oh…” *wanders out confused and takes his scooter the wrong way*