When A Girl First Sheds Her Flower…
(I’m halfway through my shift and walking up front for a break when a middle-aged woman waves at me.)
Me: “Yes, can I help you?”
Customer: *apprehensively* “I don’t know if this is your responsibility or not, but, um… I think someone left a dirty tampon on the floor of the women’s restroom. Can you go check it out? I don’t want to touch it.”
Me: “Sure, no problem.”
(Bracing myself for the worst, I entered the restroom and started to reach for my walkie-talkie to call the cleaning crew when I saw it. The “tampon” was a flower petal from one of our refrigerated bouquets, curled up on the floor. I just laughed and went to clock out for break.)
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
