NYU and FU Too

| PA, USA | Working | June 1, 2017

(This happened years ago. At the time I am at work at a dead-end retail job, and I am on my break. On this day, I start browsing on my phone to while away the remaining minutes before I have to go back onto the floor. Months ago, I had applied to several graduate programs to expand my career options, and as I browse my phone, I see I have an email from NYU, my top choice school and easily the best program for my area of study. The subject line reads “Congratulations!” I swear my heart literally skips a beat, and I begin shaking with excitement as I read the letter that says I’ve been accepted. My coworkers who are also in the back are all thrilled for me, too. I’m elated and absolutely freaking out, to the point that, at the end of my 15-minute break, I know I still need a few minutes to calm down. Luckily, during a recent, friendly in-store competition, I was awarded an extra 15-minute break to use whenever I want. I go out onto the floor and grab my manager.)

Me: “Hey, I know I just went on my 15-minutes, but I just got some news and I need a couple minutes to compose myself. Can I use my extra break?”

Manager: *kind of confused, but acquiescing* “Yeah, go ahead.”

(I go into the back again and take the extra time to calm down. I’m still in the best mood in the world when I get back, but I’m much more composed.)

Manager: *when I get back on the floor* “So what had you so worked up you needed some extra time?”

Me: *practically squealing* “I found out I got into NYU!”

Manager: *deadpan, and totally serious* “So when do I need to take you off the schedule by?”

(If I hadn’t been on cloud nine, her complete lack of support or excitement would have deflated me, but all I could register at the time was vague astonishment and amusement. It still makes me chuckle. No “congrats,” no “wow, that’s great.” Just, “when are you leaving?” Thanks, Manager. I never liked you anyway.)

How To Harry In A Hurry

, , , , | Friendly | May 31, 2017

My husband and I are walking into a store and as we are entering we have to walk around a large family.

As we are going around them, a woman comes running up behind me shoving me out of the way (actually hitting me with her cart and knocking me into one of the family members) yelling “I’m in a hurry!” as she flies by.

Everyone is kind of aghast for a minute and a store employee rushes over to check on me and offers to make her leave, but I’m okay and think it will be too much trouble to track her down in a crowded store.

We all go our separate ways…

…and my husband and I immediately run into the lady in a hurry as she is trying on lotions, testing out perfumes, and examining various types of glassware.

It was really clear she wasn’t in any type of hurry and she got more and more embarrassed every time she saw me. She was practically running away each time until eventually she just abandoned her cart in the middle of the main walkway and hightailed it out of the store.

Unfiltered Story #87836

, , | Unfiltered | May 31, 2017

I work in a large retail chain in the electronics department. All the new release movies (DVD and Blu-Ray) are stocked on the front endcaps in the middle of the entertainment section, so that they’re blatantly visible upon entering the department. While older movies are scattered around by genre or price and can be tough to find, the new releases are literally right in front of the department and clearly marked on the shelf as such

I’m at the kiosk and the phone rings, it’s a customer asking a question about a tablet trade in, which we don’t handle (that’s done through another department). While I’m explaining this, an older woman already with a scowl on her face walks up. I give her the universal 1 minute finger, mute the phone, and tell her I’ll be with her in a second.

The gentleman on the phone then proceeds to ask several questions about newer tablets, including if other stores in the chain have them in stock, etc. It’s becoming a rather long phone call, but since this is info I do have, and he called first, I’m not simply going to hang up on him.

The woman walks back over at me and glares. “That’s longer than a second!”

I mute the phone, apologize, explain I wasn’t expecting this to be a long phone call and I’ll be with her in just one moment.

As I stand up, I see another customer at the kiosk and begin reaching for my radio to call for backup as I still cant get off the phone.

Woman glares harder. “Are you alone over here?!? Is there someone else who can help me, I’ve been waiting!”

Now already HOLDING the radio, I tell her “give me just a moment” (she glares again) as I call for assistance.

Another employee comes over, who she IGNORES OUTRIGHT to continue to stare daggers at me. My coworker then helps another customer. I finally get off the phone.

Me: “Sorry, I apologize for that, how can I help you?”

Customer: “I’m looking for (newly released movie)” Glare.

Me: On DVD or Blu-Ray?”

Customer muttering “Not Blu-Ray!”

I’m not sure I heard her correctly,so I doublecheck “So you want the DVD then?

“Yes!”

I walk about 10 steps past where she’s been staring daggers at me, get the disc off the very top front of the shelf, turn around and hand it to her with a smile.

“Here you go, have a nice day.”

She looked set to explode.

Had she just looked around for five seconds instead of fuming at me for helping the person who called before she even entered the building, she’d have been out 10 minutes ago.

Unfiltered Story #87835

, , | Unfiltered | May 31, 2017

(I’m at a store known for it’s red circular logo. The employees wear khakis and red shirts. I’m wearing black jeans and a blue shirt with a quote from a very popular British TV show about a time-and-space traveler and his blue box. I’m in the toy aisle looking at Legos and texting a friend at the same time. An older gentleman and his wife come up with their cart and he clears his throat. I should also mention that I’d just moved to the state a couple months previous and hadn’t been in this particular location before.)

Gentleman: Excuse me, miss. Where’s the soap?

Me: I’m sorry, what?

Gentleman: You know, the laundry soap. What aisle is it on?

Me: I don’t know? I’m new in town…

Gentleman: Well, don’t you work here? You should know where the laundry soap is.

Me: *looks down at clothes* I, um. I don’t work here.

Gentleman: Oh, you don’t?

Me: No.

Gentleman: Well, you were on your device there. *points at my cell phone* I thought you worked here.

Me: Um…no. This is my cell phone…

Gentleman: Oh. Okay. *walks off*

Purchase Some Memory Next Time

, , | Right | May 30, 2017

(I’m the customer here, checking out my purchases:)

Me: *hands cashier cash after everything is rung up and starts walking away*

Cashier: “Ma’am, your change!”

Me: “Oh! Sorry, thanks!” *starts walking away again*

Cashier: “Ma’am, your purchases!”

Me: “Sorry again. Thank you!”

(I didn’t forget anything else, but there were about 10 other people who witnessed this.)

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