Evan (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} earthprince) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} customers_suck,@ 2008-02-19 11:36:00 |
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lolol I am recruiting.
So my store makes chocolate covered strawberries every day. It's one of our things. I've been there three years, and sometimes get creative with my makings of such things (assuming it is still sell-able and professional enough). The other day, it is dead, and we have tons of strawberries leftover from V-day so I am told to make an excess, because at least we might sell a few more as opposed to throw out a few more.
In my boring and spare time, I recall that one thing you can do is make a bride and groom type strawberry. I have never seen one in real life, and in my three years, have never seen anyone at my store make one. They looked similar (though in my opinion, much better than) to these:
I figured this was enough reason to have "fun" and make some. Why this back story? To prove (it anyone seriously would try to claim otherwise) that I did not do what happened on purpose. Now, I am gay. WOAH WE EXIST CRAZY HUH! Regardless of that, I made two pairs of the "male" and "female" strawberries. So I could have a bride and a groom in the front case, and a bride and groom in the back case.
Go figure, two girls come in after seeing them, and proceed to purchase the two bride berries. One of them was getting married and they thought it was cute. Whatever.
So, as I condense plates and displays as the night progresses, I move the two remaining tuxedo berries next to each other, on their own plate in the bulk case. I didn't even think anything of it.
Story the first!
Some guy and (presumably) his wife come in, along with a baby stroller (another suck, in my opinion, are these GIGANTIC SUV sized strollers that take up waaaay to much space in my small store). They get a few things, and as I'm ringing him up, she looks through the case and sees them. She comments on how they are cute to be made up like that.
He looks over to see what she is referring to, and after processing it, glares at me. I hand him the receipt, and he says to me after his wife takes the baby out, "I don't care what you do in the privacy of your home, but I don't want MY child seeing THAT."
RIGHT. I didn't care to respond, but even if I had he was gone by the time my surprise wore off.
First, your child is probably one, maybe two? I doubt he/she really saw them. Second, I doubt they could process them and what it could potentially mean. Third, WHO CARES.
So I figure that would be the end of it. There simply aren't enough people coming in to warrant any concern someone else could be "offended" and on top of that, I didn't care if they were.
Story the second!
So the night carries on. The few people who have come in didn't notice, and if they did, didn't seem to care about my decorated strawberries. Then this woman comes in with her two sons. One of them is maybe 7? The other is perhaps 16. They are planning on each getting one piece from the bulk case. I look them over as they decide, and notice the 16 year old staring at me. Not just glancing, staring. When he sees me notice, he looks away and blushes. This could be for any number of reasons. I'd like to think its because of my AMAZING LOOKS (lol, not) but whatever.
So the younger son points to the tuxedo berries, and says something like, "Ooh, look at those ones! They look like they have tuxedos on!" He turns to ask me, "Do you do those for like, weddings and stuff?" I tell him yes. "Where are all the bride ones?" I tell him someone had bought the two earlier, leaving the two tuxedo's all alone. Lame, I know, but he's seven and finds this all interesting.
So the younger decides on what he wants, and as I look back at them from getting it, I see the mother looking at her older son. I look over there, and yet again, he is staring at me. He looks away and blushes. I look to the mother, and ask "Any idea what you'd like?" and she kinda gives me a weird look. Whatever.
She picks whatever, the older son picks whatever. I start ringing them up, the children take the bag and leave while the mother pays. She turns to check that they are gone, and turns back to me and goes from nice and normal to CRAZY looking. She says something along the lines of the following, "I KNOW what you were just doing then."
I'm like, "huh?"
"I saw what you did. Putting those two husband strawberry whatevers together. I didn't think people actually did that, even though I was told to lookout for it. If you ever try to recruit my son again, you'll be sorry."
I was so flabbergasted (lol @ that word) I just gave the funniest look as I tried to think of what to say. She left in a huff, and at the doorway turned and glared at me before leaving. I watch them walk away, and see that she has resumed her normal happy self.
I suppose this is more customer_lolz, if there is such a place.
So my store makes chocolate covered strawberries every day. It's one of our things. I've been there three years, and sometimes get creative with my makings of such things (assuming it is still sell-able and professional enough). The other day, it is dead, and we have tons of strawberries leftover from V-day so I am told to make an excess, because at least we might sell a few more as opposed to throw out a few more.
In my boring and spare time, I recall that one thing you can do is make a bride and groom type strawberry. I have never seen one in real life, and in my three years, have never seen anyone at my store make one. They looked similar (though in my opinion, much better than) to these:
I figured this was enough reason to have "fun" and make some. Why this back story? To prove (it anyone seriously would try to claim otherwise) that I did not do what happened on purpose. Now, I am gay. WOAH WE EXIST CRAZY HUH! Regardless of that, I made two pairs of the "male" and "female" strawberries. So I could have a bride and a groom in the front case, and a bride and groom in the back case.
Go figure, two girls come in after seeing them, and proceed to purchase the two bride berries. One of them was getting married and they thought it was cute. Whatever.
So, as I condense plates and displays as the night progresses, I move the two remaining tuxedo berries next to each other, on their own plate in the bulk case. I didn't even think anything of it.
Story the first!
Some guy and (presumably) his wife come in, along with a baby stroller (another suck, in my opinion, are these GIGANTIC SUV sized strollers that take up waaaay to much space in my small store). They get a few things, and as I'm ringing him up, she looks through the case and sees them. She comments on how they are cute to be made up like that.
He looks over to see what she is referring to, and after processing it, glares at me. I hand him the receipt, and he says to me after his wife takes the baby out, "I don't care what you do in the privacy of your home, but I don't want MY child seeing THAT."
RIGHT. I didn't care to respond, but even if I had he was gone by the time my surprise wore off.
First, your child is probably one, maybe two? I doubt he/she really saw them. Second, I doubt they could process them and what it could potentially mean. Third, WHO CARES.
So I figure that would be the end of it. There simply aren't enough people coming in to warrant any concern someone else could be "offended" and on top of that, I didn't care if they were.
Story the second!
So the night carries on. The few people who have come in didn't notice, and if they did, didn't seem to care about my decorated strawberries. Then this woman comes in with her two sons. One of them is maybe 7? The other is perhaps 16. They are planning on each getting one piece from the bulk case. I look them over as they decide, and notice the 16 year old staring at me. Not just glancing, staring. When he sees me notice, he looks away and blushes. This could be for any number of reasons. I'd like to think its because of my AMAZING LOOKS (lol, not) but whatever.
So the younger son points to the tuxedo berries, and says something like, "Ooh, look at those ones! They look like they have tuxedos on!" He turns to ask me, "Do you do those for like, weddings and stuff?" I tell him yes. "Where are all the bride ones?" I tell him someone had bought the two earlier, leaving the two tuxedo's all alone. Lame, I know, but he's seven and finds this all interesting.
So the younger decides on what he wants, and as I look back at them from getting it, I see the mother looking at her older son. I look over there, and yet again, he is staring at me. He looks away and blushes. I look to the mother, and ask "Any idea what you'd like?" and she kinda gives me a weird look. Whatever.
She picks whatever, the older son picks whatever. I start ringing them up, the children take the bag and leave while the mother pays. She turns to check that they are gone, and turns back to me and goes from nice and normal to CRAZY looking. She says something along the lines of the following, "I KNOW what you were just doing then."
I'm like, "huh?"
"I saw what you did. Putting those two husband strawberry whatevers together. I didn't think people actually did that, even though I was told to lookout for it. If you ever try to recruit my son again, you'll be sorry."
I was so flabbergasted (lol @ that word) I just gave the funniest look as I tried to think of what to say. She left in a huff, and at the doorway turned and glared at me before leaving. I watch them walk away, and see that she has resumed her normal happy self.
I suppose this is more customer_lolz, if there is such a place.
