Customers from Hell
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
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ID, as in I Dont like having the piss took.
I have said this before to a customer.
"look, Kid your five foot four with at baby face. I have overheard you having a conversation with your mate about how shit you think school is. To top it off you are buying imitation WKD children's booze with pocket money change. I'm not even going to bother asking for ID, so put it back on the shelf where you got it. The pick and mix sweets are on isle 6 , and don't even think of insulting my intelligence again"
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 8:31, 1 reply)
I have said this before to a customer.
"look, Kid your five foot four with at baby face. I have overheard you having a conversation with your mate about how shit you think school is. To top it off you are buying imitation WKD children's booze with pocket money change. I'm not even going to bother asking for ID, so put it back on the shelf where you got it. The pick and mix sweets are on isle 6 , and don't even think of insulting my intelligence again"
( , Mon 8 Sep 2008, 8:31, 1 reply)
Drinkers are getting younger
I remember serving on the ciggarette counter one saturday around lunchtime. Kid comes up (and I mean kid- no more than ten) puts a bag of chrisps and one of those larger budwiser bottles on the counter. I just stared - half wondering where the hidden camera was. I finaly got my voice back and asked "are you kidding me?" . Little boy goes "What?", I ask "how old are you?". He sighs and walks off. I call him back and relieve him of the bottle, just in case he takes it to another till where the cashier hasnt got any sense.
( , Tue 9 Sep 2008, 23:14, closed)
I remember serving on the ciggarette counter one saturday around lunchtime. Kid comes up (and I mean kid- no more than ten) puts a bag of chrisps and one of those larger budwiser bottles on the counter. I just stared - half wondering where the hidden camera was. I finaly got my voice back and asked "are you kidding me?" . Little boy goes "What?", I ask "how old are you?". He sighs and walks off. I call him back and relieve him of the bottle, just in case he takes it to another till where the cashier hasnt got any sense.
( , Tue 9 Sep 2008, 23:14, closed)
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