Bit of an old one here -The Sad tale of Mr N64
Many moons ago, back when I was a student, I worked Sundays as a Sales Assistant for a well known stationary and entertainments chain.

It was about 8:30am and the store had just opened. A colleague and I were standing by the computer games section, where we were discussing the move by the managers for a special sale; the stock room was being cleared out, many a treasure had been discovered, and would be put on sale.

One of the prized items found was an N64, mint in box. The other sales assistant was explaining that another member of staff had reserved this little treasure. The entire conversation was held at little more than a whisper, as we were supposed to be working, and were instead, like all good assistants, slacking off.

To my surprise, two minutes after I had decided to go back to pricing something, HE showed up. He was in his mid-thirties and most likely still lived with parents. He was known to all of us in the entertainments department, as he had once brought a number of PlayStation 2 games over the year and proudly boasted that he would not unwrap them as they would depreciate in value.

He grabbed my attention and calmly asked whether or not he could buy the N64 that I had just been talking to my colleague about. Rather than asking if he had been stalking me, as there was no way he could have heard that conversation, I apologised and informed him that it had already been reserved by another customer and was not for sale. At this he simply said "Ok, not to worry!".

What proceeded after that, was the most anal behaviour I have ever seen by anyone during my time in retail.

He went around the ENTIRE store, asking EVERY single member of staff what the stores policy was on reserving items for staff. He when into heated discussions with the manager and supervisors. Hounded servers at the till points causing some rather awkward queues.

He eventually left the store.

About three hours later he returned. He had been around every other local store that had be open to question every other assistant and manager in the surrounding area about how staff were allowed to reserve items for themselves. He presented numerous handwritten pages of what other sales assistants and managers had said to him. At this point he was almost crying about buying this N64.

Luckily (probably the one time I've ever appreciated having a manager in store)we had one of our new and younger managers in; she wasn't one to stand for this sort of crap. She had him escorted out of the store, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever caused a scene like this again, he'd be banned.

And thus, the legend of N64 Man passed into our rich tapestry sales assistant lore, and setting the bar for mental customers.

Before that, the craziest was an American gentleman who turned up with his wife (who we could tell was incredibly embarrassed by his subsequent display), and was trying to return a stack of Friends VHS tapes, all opened and without receipt. When the manager refused, he leapt up on the desk, smothered the till and said we wouldn’t serve anyone until he had a refund.

It was at that point our security guard threw him out.
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>, Fri 11 May 2012, 9:48, 2 replies)

And I'm STILL sore about that console, you bastards.

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 11 May 2012, 18:58, closed)

but with all those sealed PS2 games that are worth thousands of pounds you could buy a solid gold N64, now...
;D
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>, Fri 11 May 2012, 21:49, closed)