Gahhhhh!!!! Annoying people today. And I so wasn't in the mood to deal with it.
First was the.....annoying little flea I guess. She didn't rise to the level of swear words. She wanted boxes. We don't give out boxes. When I told her that she said she was told yesterday to call back early this morning, before we got rid of the boxes unpacked this morning. Yeah, bull. We aren't a rinky dinky little store that unpacks everything in the morning and gets rid of the boxes immediately after, so no one would have told her that. She's trying the old "someone told me", thinking that she's describing policy close enough that I would have boxes put aside for her. No, I'm not that dumb. I told her again that no, we don't give out boxes and then she asked what did we do with our boxes. I didn't directly answer, just said we don't give out boxes and she got a little nasty and said "I asked what you do with your boxes." Well, gee, first it's none of your business what we do with the boxes that we legally own and you have zero claim to. Second, I'm smart enough to know that no matter how I answer that question, your follow-up statement is going to be "Well, since you're just crushing them, you can put aside a few for me" and we're still going to be going round and round about no, you don't get them. So I responded with "Is there something about our products I can help you with?" and she got really nasty and said she'd never be shopping at Target again. Well, gee, people usually want boxes if they are moving so it's not like you'd be around anymore to shop at Target, sweetie.
Then the second annoying little flea. She called, asked if we were located near a certain business. Nope, we're not. Then she asked if we were near a different business. I think I might know the Target she wanted from the first business, but no clue with the second business name. Nope, we're not. So what are we near. I told her a very big landmark close by. She said "What (landmark)?" I gave the full name. "Where's that?" Ooookay. Then she asked for the number for the other Target. Well, I'm not entirely certain which other one. Rather than play guessing games and lengthening the phone call past the ridiculous point for someone that isn't even going to come to the store I told her I didn't have the number. She was all mad at that. Honey, if the name of big landmark meant nothing to you, you are far better off Googling the Target you want since I am not sure which one you do want. And one hand on the phone while we figure it out is one less hand to work with, and mouth being engaged with you makes it really hard for me to engage the guests that are spending money.
Then there was the guest that came to the fitting room with two hangers of Jockey thongs. They are technically a packaged item, since the cardboard label is fastened to them and there's more than one. And, ewww. Doubly ewww because they are thongs, so you have not just nasty crotch but nasty ass crack. I wouldn't let her take them in. I said packaged items can't be opened and for health and sanitation reasons underwear can't be taken into the fitting room, period. She looked all goggly eyed at me like I had grown a second head. "But what if it doesn't fit?" Sorry. "I'll leave my underwear on." Sorry. Plus, thong, does it really matter if you put it over your current thong, it's still nasty ass crack.
Then there was the other guest who asked me if it was okay to open the men's socks package so she could feel them. Nope. She looked at me for several seconds, almost like she was trying to will me to change my mind. Nope. She put them back and walked away. Fine. Someone else will pay full price, rather than you damaging the package, deciding you don't want it, and then we have to sell it at the rewrap price.
