If Only That Was All It Took EVERY Time
I worked for a bookstore in an affluent part of the country, and we had our share of entitled customers who thought we should stay open for their benefit. Our closing announcements were made fifteen minutes to close, five minutes to close, and at closing, but we still got several folks per night who were conveniently deaf to those announcements.
One night, I was working a closing shift after two days of a nasty cold. My throat was still sore and my voice was raspy, and my manager had kept me in the back doing stuff that did not require me to speak much. At 9:45 pm, fifteen minutes before closing, he buzzed the back room.
Me: “Yes?”
Manager: “Hey, how’s the throat?”
Me: “Ready for a cup of hot tea. Why?”
Manager: “Would you like to do the closing announcements tonight? I’m out of patience with people.”
Me: “With pleasure.”
I switched over to the store speakers and deliberately lowered my voice down to the deepest, most gravelly register my throat could manage.
Me: “Good evening. Please be advised that the store will be closing in fifteen minutes. Please bring your items to the front for purchase.” *Beat* “NOW. Thank you.”
Five minutes later, the manager buzzed again, trying not to laugh.
Manager: “Please do that again for the last two announcements. People were running to the registers.”
I did so. When I emerged from the back room five minutes after we had officially closed, there was no one but the staff in the store, and the manager handed me a hot cup of tea from the cafe.