Chapters customers, on the whole, are retarded
It started with Map Man. Within the first few minutes of my shift. What a good way to start the night... sigh. My faith in humanity has failed me yet again. "Faith". I could tell in Rose's eyes as I walked up that he was going to be trouble. He wanted a Perly's guide of Toronto streets. Ok, that part's easy. But he wanted a black and yellow one. No problem, right? Wrong. There ARE no such things as black and yellow Perly's. At least, not in our store. So I looked it up. But, lucky me, there were no pictures of the books. Therefore, there was no way of telling which store had it. To make a long story short, he swore it existed, and so I sent him to Eglinton Squre, as it had the only other version of Perly's that's available. Then again, that's assuming he can get there, as he was positive (and even ARGUED with me) that Eglinton Square is at Warden and Eglinton, despite the fact that we were looking at a map, and Eglinton square IS at Eglinton and Vic Park. Stupid bloody man. Idiot. Oh well, let them deal with him.
Next, on to a family of about 10 people. They came in, ordered a book, and left. Easy enough. But then they came back, multiple times, in order to ensure that they had ordered the correct book (which I explained time and time again WAS the right book). Then they left. And came back. They bought another book. Left, returned. Seriously. I should have counted. But it had been at LEAST 5 trips in and out of the store. I wonder how far they made it out of the parking lot before having to turn around to ask another dumbass question about their ordered book...?
A little girl, 4ish, stopped me as I passed her bench on the way to cash. "I can't find my mommy" she said. "My sister went to find her. Who's supposed to take care of me?" I could have cried due to her innocence. But then the anger of child abandonment crept up. I wanted to find her mom and scream at her. She doesn't know the crazy people that come into our store. Seriously. But her mom found her before I could get far, and had hauled her out of the store without a word... I wonder what makes some people reproduce. There should be laws so that one has to have a certain IQ in order to have kids.
Last, but certainly not least, there was this man that was sitting on the fireplace. When we closed, Connie shut off the lights, so it was completely dark in his section of the store. Yet he refused to move or stop reading the book he had with him. He just sat there. I thought for a moment that he was dead. But no, he turned the pages every once in awhile. So i stood and shelved over his shoulder, looking at my watch. But he couldn't take the hint. I was going to give him 5 minutes before I stole the book. But Connie got there first, and told him that we were closed and he had to get out. He looked up at her blankly, and kept reading. So she repeated herself. THREE TIMES. He didn't say a word at all. Finally, he slammed the book down and left. A full 5 minutes after the lights had been turned off AND after everyone else in the store had left. Retarded man.
I realize now that there's no possible way that you could see how much all of this annoys me. Reading this, you most likely have a "yeah, so?" mentality. Which is fine. But I needed to get all of this off of my chest. *breathes a deep sigh of relief.* Now I can sleep.
It started with Map Man. Within the first few minutes of my shift. What a good way to start the night... sigh. My faith in humanity has failed me yet again. "Faith". I could tell in Rose's eyes as I walked up that he was going to be trouble. He wanted a Perly's guide of Toronto streets. Ok, that part's easy. But he wanted a black and yellow one. No problem, right? Wrong. There ARE no such things as black and yellow Perly's. At least, not in our store. So I looked it up. But, lucky me, there were no pictures of the books. Therefore, there was no way of telling which store had it. To make a long story short, he swore it existed, and so I sent him to Eglinton Squre, as it had the only other version of Perly's that's available. Then again, that's assuming he can get there, as he was positive (and even ARGUED with me) that Eglinton Square is at Warden and Eglinton, despite the fact that we were looking at a map, and Eglinton square IS at Eglinton and Vic Park. Stupid bloody man. Idiot. Oh well, let them deal with him.
Next, on to a family of about 10 people. They came in, ordered a book, and left. Easy enough. But then they came back, multiple times, in order to ensure that they had ordered the correct book (which I explained time and time again WAS the right book). Then they left. And came back. They bought another book. Left, returned. Seriously. I should have counted. But it had been at LEAST 5 trips in and out of the store. I wonder how far they made it out of the parking lot before having to turn around to ask another dumbass question about their ordered book...?
A little girl, 4ish, stopped me as I passed her bench on the way to cash. "I can't find my mommy" she said. "My sister went to find her. Who's supposed to take care of me?" I could have cried due to her innocence. But then the anger of child abandonment crept up. I wanted to find her mom and scream at her. She doesn't know the crazy people that come into our store. Seriously. But her mom found her before I could get far, and had hauled her out of the store without a word... I wonder what makes some people reproduce. There should be laws so that one has to have a certain IQ in order to have kids.
Last, but certainly not least, there was this man that was sitting on the fireplace. When we closed, Connie shut off the lights, so it was completely dark in his section of the store. Yet he refused to move or stop reading the book he had with him. He just sat there. I thought for a moment that he was dead. But no, he turned the pages every once in awhile. So i stood and shelved over his shoulder, looking at my watch. But he couldn't take the hint. I was going to give him 5 minutes before I stole the book. But Connie got there first, and told him that we were closed and he had to get out. He looked up at her blankly, and kept reading. So she repeated herself. THREE TIMES. He didn't say a word at all. Finally, he slammed the book down and left. A full 5 minutes after the lights had been turned off AND after everyone else in the store had left. Retarded man.
I realize now that there's no possible way that you could see how much all of this annoys me. Reading this, you most likely have a "yeah, so?" mentality. Which is fine. But I needed to get all of this off of my chest. *breathes a deep sigh of relief.* Now I can sleep.
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