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Don’t Confuse “The Back” With The Room Of Requirement

, , | Right | January 8, 2022

Me: “Thank you for calling [Furniture Store]. How can I help you?”

Caller: “Do you sell cellulite cream?”

Me: “Ma’am, this is [Furniture Store]. I’m pretty sure we don’t carry anything like that.”

Caller: *Demanding.* “Well, can you at least check?! Is it in the back?”

I just put her on hold, stand there for a minute, and pick up the phone again.

Me: “We don’t have any cellulite cream back there. We must be out of stock.”

She accepted that answer.

This Isn’t How Stores WORK

, , , | Right | CREDIT: PurpleWolf_2000 | January 8, 2022

I’m a shift supervisor at a small store in a small mall. We have a regular that comes into the store. She routinely is a pain and is very entitled. Her favorite thing to say to excuse her demands is, “I deserve [whatever] because I spend lots of money here.” This particular incident is her most insane and entitled visit to our store yet.

[Regular] came in and approached me as I was stocking some shelves.

Regular: “Excuse me. I need tissues. I’m very sweaty. I’m a runner, you know.”

Me: “Hi, ma’am. Unfortunately, we don’t have any to give to customers due to [the health crisis]. However, there is a public bathroom across the hall that is open where you can freshen up. Or you can purchase some purse tissue or wipe packs.”

Regular: “No, I am a regular customer here. I’ve already spent enough; I don’t need to buy it.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t have any tissues to give you. You will either have to grab some from the washroom across the hall or buy some.”

Regular: “But I’m a runner! You really should have some available for customers like me!”

She then walked away, and I turned back to my shelf before I heard the sound of a lot of wipes being pulled from the dispenser. We had some sanitary wipes for wiping carts at the entrance and exit of the store. I walked around the corner to see [Regular] pulling wipe after wipe from the dispenser and putting them into a bag. We have a store policy that is posted on the dispenser that the limit is two wipes per customer.

Me: “Ma’am, please, you can’t take all those. Those are for customers to clean their carts with. Please stop taking so many.”

Regular: “I’ve spent hundreds of dollars here! I deserve a few wipes!”

She then stormed off further into the store, so I guess that got her to stop after all. I went back to the shelf and was left alone for around thirty minutes before I got a page to the cash.

I went up to the front and I saw [Regular] there looking pissed off and my cashier looking confused.

Cashier: “Hey, sorry to bother you, but could you check the price of this? This customer says it should be on sale.”

I looked at the product and recognized it as a product that was on sale last week as part of a promo.

Me: “I’m 99% sure this was on sale last week, but I’ll go double-check to make sure the tag is correct.”

I checked to see and the product she wanted was not on sale; however, a smaller version was. I came back and informed her as such.

Regular: “No, I don’t want that one! I want the big one! It was on sale last week, but I couldn’t come by and get it, so can I just get the sale price now?”

My cashier and I looked at each other before I responded.

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s not how sales work. Do you have a raincheck receipt?”

Regular: “No, I wasn’t able to come by! Just adjust the price! I spend so much here! I’ve paid all your wages, so just discount it for me!”

Me: “I’m sorry but I can’t do that. The sale ended last week. You will have to come back next time it’s on sale.”

Regular: “Let me speak to your manager! I’m friends with the owner! They always give me the most recent sale price!”

I did as she asked and called the store manager up to the front. He came up and heard what she had to say. To my glee, he said:

Manager: “The sale ended last week. You will have to come back when it’s on sale again.”

Regular: “Do you realize how much I spend here? I should get this on sale with how much I spend here! This place is corrupt!”

Manager: “I’m sorry you feel that way, but unfortunately, we cannot give you a sale price that is no longer applicable. Otherwise, we’d do it for everyone. Is there anything else we can do for you?”

Regular: “No! This is disgusting! I’m not spending that much!”

She then stormed out without buying anything.

What was the product she wanted? $3.99 toothpaste that was on sale for $1.99 last week. We had a smaller size of the exact toothpaste on sale for $0.99 that week. But no, she didn’t want that one.

Should’ve Thought Of That A Bit Sooner

, , , , , | Working | January 7, 2022

I win an online auction. It isn’t cheap but still a lot less than new. I pay immediately, and I wait and wait. After a few weeks and still no dispatch notification, I email the seller.

Me: “Hi. I’m just checking, did this get dispatched?”

Seller: “Sorry, yes, it did.”

Another week goes by; the item is now late.

Me: “Hi. I’m just checking, as the item hasn’t arrived, when did this get sent?”

Seller: “Oh, sorry, I forgot to send it. I will try to do it tomorrow.”

Me: “Great, thanks. Please let me know when it gets sent.”

Another week…

Me: “Hi. Can you please confirm if this was sent, when it was sent, and the tracking number? I noticed that you have listed another item using the same pictures, so I am a little concerned about what is going on.”

Seller: “Yeah, I didn’t send it, sorry. To be honest, I wanted more money for it than I got, so I want to relist it. You can bid on the new auction if you like. Sorry again.”

I didn’t even look at the new listing. I submitted a claim and gave negative and honest feedback. I got my money back and the seller got restricted. I’m not sorry at all, which is probably the same as the seller.

Not Very Chair-itable Behavior

, , , , , | Right | January 7, 2022

I’m giving away a load of pieces of furniture that we no longer need, including a pair of dining chairs. A woman tells me she wants them and (eventually) accepts that she will collect them.

Me: “The address is [address]. What time will you collect?”

Customer: “I don’t know. Tomorrow afternoon?”

Me: “Okay, but what time roughly? I don’t want to leave them out and have it rain.”

Customer: “I don’t want them if they get rained on.”

Me: “Yes, so tell me what time you will be here. I will put them outside just before you get here.”

Customer: “1:00?”

Me: “Okay, thank you. I will put them outside at 12:30.”

When 12:30 comes around, I put the chairs outside and get back to work. I check outside at 13:30; the chairs are still there. 14:00, 15:00, still there.

I get busy doing something and don’t notice the rain; it rains for nearly an hour before I realise that I should check them. The last thing I want is chairs that no one wants. I check and they are gone; it looks like they were taken only recently as I can see an outline where the chairs blocked the rain.

I think nothing of it until around 21:00 when I get a message.

Customer: “I’ve come to collect the chairs but they’re not there, and you are not answering the door.”

Me: “You are eight hours late. Someone else has them now.”

Customer: “You’re lying. We agreed that I could have them; I have driven here all the way from [Place not actually far away].”

Me: “Tough, the chairs are gone. Try showing up when you promised. I am out with my family, so I won’t be answering the door.”

She tried to call my phone, but I rejected the call and switched my phone off. Apparently, the neighbours saw her screaming into the letterbox for half an hour. They were going to call the police, but thankfully, she left before then.

Wishing You Could Trim This Conversation Back A LOT

, , , | Right | January 6, 2022

I work in a store that sells just infomercial products. I love my job because the owner allows us to have a backbone and refuse service. Since it’s a small mom-and-pop shop, we can’t give you your money back, only store credit within two weeks. Technically, we can’t take any returns.

I come in ten minutes early to open the store like I usually do, and an old lady tries to barge in after me with a bag. I stop her from coming in.

Me: “Woah, there! We open at 11:00; you’ve still got ten minutes!”

Customer: “Oh, I didn’t notice.”

I doubt that but she waits outside until we open. I tend to open the doors five minutes before 11:00, but I know how this interaction is going to go, so I open the doors when the clock actually hits 11:00.

The woman wants to return two cat things: one a four-in-one cat toy and the other a pet hair trimmer.

Customer: “I had this toy out for an hour, and my cats didn’t touch it.”

I take the toy out of the box, and it isn’t damaged or anything, so I can exchange that.

Me: “Okay, it doesn’t look damaged or anything, so I can exchange that. What about the trimmer?”

Customer: “It just didn’t work that well.”

I open the box. The trimmer has black and grey fur all over it, and the blades are all dirty and have cat hair, too.

Me: “Well, we can do a return on the toy but not the trimmer because of how dirty it is.”

Customer: “Oh, my son must have forgotten to clean that.”

She pulls off a good portion of the hair stuck between the blades.

Customer: “It’s still good! I just want my money back.”

Me: “We can’t take it back. This is one of the items we have to be really careful and strict with. We’ve had a lot of people buy razors and trimmers, use them up, and try to bring them back with the argument that they bought them that way, full of dirty hair.”

Customer: “It’s not fair that I can’t return this! I want to speak to a manager!”

Me: “I’m the only one in the store, but I’ll call the manager.”

I call her, since she’s the one who works there six days a week anyway and was working yesterday when the lady bought the trimmer. I bring the manager up to date on the whole story (or as much as I can with the customer standing right in front of me listening to me) and send her pictures of the product.

Me: “Is this something I should return? I mean, you’re the one who will have to deal with cleaning it and possibly putting it back on the shelf.”

Manager: “It’s up to you. You also have to add the factor of whether it’s legitimately broken or not. If it is, then yeah, we can swap it out. If it’s not, then maybe we can exchange it if it’s clean. But I’ll go on your word.”

Me: *To the customer* “Did the trimmer not work at all, or did it just not work well enough?”

Customer: “It worked, but not well enough.”

I thanked my manager and hung up.

Me: “I’m not going to exchange the trimmer because of how dirty it is. We’ve had too many people bring back razors with hair or even grease on them.”

Customer: “Call your manager again! She said if the trimmer doesn’t work, I can return it!”

I call again and ask if I can put it on speaker. They argue for a bit. The manager tells her exactly what I did, and she adds the fact that we technically don’t even have to accept the return, but we do it anyway for the benefit of the customer. The customer is unhappy but ends up accepting it. I hang up the phone.

Me: “Looks like you’ll be getting $22 in store credit.”

Customer: “That’s not right! The manager I spoke to yesterday said I could return it for my money back within two weeks with the receipt!”

Me: “You’re mistaken; you must have misunderstood her. Maybe she said ‘return’ and you thought she meant ‘refund’. That’s a common misconception.”

Customer: “I want to talk to your manager again! Call her!”

So, I call her AGAIN.

Me: “What did you tell this lady when she asked about the return policy yesterday?”

Manager: “I said what I usually say: store credit or exchange.”

She allows me to put it on speaker again. They argue again for a bit, the lady insisting my manager said something completely different from what my manager actually said. She finally accepts that she will get store credit.

Customer: “Does this store credit expire?”

Me: “No, it works like a gift card.”

Customer: “Can I use it at any other stores?”

Me: “No, all the as-seen-on-TV stores and websites are independently owned.”

She finally leaves. Ten seconds later, she comes back.

Customer: “I want your name and your manager’s! I going to file a complaint with [some bureau, I don’t remember].”

I give her our first names.

Customer: “I want your last names, too!”

Me: “There are a total of three employees at this store, including me. Our first names are good enough. It’s a very small business and none of us have the same names.”

Customer: “I want your manager’s last name!”

I refused to tell her. She kept demanding it, so I ended up giving her a fake last name for myself. She finally left, saying she was going to file a complaint with the owner. We haven’t heard from her since.