Me: Hi, what can I do for you?
Guest: You're holding some jeans for me.
Me: Oh, okay, let me check. (...can't find any jeans...) when did you put them on hold?
G: Well, I ordered them last week.
Me: OOOOH, okay, you're picking up an on line order?
G: Yes, that's what I said.
Me: *sphincters start to twitch*
G: I have my order number.
Me: Oh, that's okay, all I need is your ID.
G: ID? Like, um, *hands me credit card*
Me: No hon, I just need your ID.
G: ID? Like, um, *hands me phone with barcode on screen*
Me: *eye twitching now* No, I need your ID, a picture ID, government issue.
G: ID? Like, um, driver's license?
Me: *BINGOMOTHERFUCKER* Yes please.
Me: *looks in MyGo and can't find their name* Is it under your name or someone else's?
(now this could play out two ways)
Scenario 1:
Guest: I ordered it, it it should be here yesterday.
Me: Okay, did you get the email stating that your order is ready?
G: I don't know, I haven't checked it in a few days.
Me: Can you check it on your phone or do you have the order number?
G: Um, I don't have email on my phone.
Me *now twitching uncontrollably* *tries everything to find out order number*
G: *calls husband to check email* Oh, I guess the order isn't ready.
Me: Shoots self in head
Scenario 2:
Guest: Well, my sister in laws brothers mothers cousin ordered it.
Me: *sigh* what name is it under?
G: Jones.
Me: We have 6 Jones' listed, what's the first name and are you listed as an alternate pick up person?
G: What's that?
Me: *explains that shit* *looks at all 6 JONES orders, can't find guest's name*
Me: I don't see you listed here as a pick up, and we can't release orders unless it's to an authorized person.
G: Well that's bullshit, it's my sister in laws brothers mothers cousin and they know I'm in town to get it and they said it was okay.
Me: Call 'em and tell them to add you *explains process*
15 minutes later:
Me: Shoots self in head.
Like, how many stupid people live in this city? It's a constant steady stream of stupid at the service desk, what with people making returns on 9 month old shit with no receipt (and we fucking let them do it with an ID regardless of how old shit is), people coming in asking if we have that thing they saw in that magazine in 1997, or when they called the lady they talked to said they could have that air conditioner for half price because it was on sale a year ago and it's getting cold out so it should be on sale.
But hey, it's a job and I get to live indoors and eat food.