Clocked out for lunch the other day, making a quick dash to find food, giant adult sippy cup in hand, wallet in hand, get accosted by a dude looking for notebook paper and pencil holders. I'm like, uh, school supplies? Stationary which is right there.
He asks where's school supplies (I have no idea, don't buy 'em, don't work floor) so I say that I don't know and he looks at me like I just grew three heads and says "YOU DON"T KNOW WHERE SCHOOL SUPPLIES ARE????"
No, dude, I don't and I can't look it up for you on one of our scanners because I turned it in when I CLOCKED OUT. hint, hint
I suppose I could have used my walkie but it was in my back pocket and hands were full. I told him that they could locate merchandise for him at the service desk or any on-duty team member would be happy to help him.
Fucker ate into my lunch time.
Well, him and the 4 other morons who saw me with above mentioned items AND crackers and soup and yogurt!!!
Getting tired of helpless twits who don't respect that clocked out means not working.