Happened on 27th December. Location: Charity shop.
The door was closed since it was cold. It’s an old building and it can get very cold in the winter. I was stood by the heater above the entrance door and a woman stood there, glaring at me.
“Well, are you open?” she asked through the door.
“Yes, we are.”
She came in.
“So why was the door closed?”
“We close it if it’s really cold outside.”
She ignored my answer and told me that she’d brought some donations in. Then said,
“Scope and Air Ambulance are closed today. Unfortunately yours is the only one that’s open, and it’s the only one I don’t like. I would have donated my stuff to the Air Ambulance since it’s my favourite, but I guess I’ll have to donate it here instead. Consider yourself lucky!” (Not 100% verbatim but as close to as I could get it. I apologise if this sounds over-exaggerated, I can assure you it isn’t.)
“Um… thank you,” I said. Not quite sure what to say. I found my voice again, and I asked her if she would like to donate to Gift-Aid. Immediately she barked,
“Well what is it?”
“Basically each time you…”
“I don’t pay tax!”
“Oh, okay, thank you anyway!”
I’m not sure why she asked me what Gift-Aid was, since I never even gave her the answer before she told me she doesn’t pay tax… so she must have already known what Gift-Aid was.
The charity I volunteer for is a children’s hospice. WHY would you tell a volunteer that you don’t like the charity (maybe she just meant she didn’t like our shop and not the charity but I didn’t ask her to clarify further) and that you make it a habit to avoid donating your stuff to it? And what the heck does it matter that our door is closed in winter? We have a sign on the front of the door that says ‘OPEN’.
This happened on 2nd January 2013. Location: Discount store.
A lady wanted to know if we’d got any dishwasher tablets in. I didn’t know, so I asked the guy who works the household section (cleaning products etc) if we’d got any in stock. He said we’d got a few boxes upstairs but he didn’t no whether they had been put in the section or were still on the pallet. So I offered to go and look for the dishwasher tablets. Lady said that’s fine, could she please have two packs.
It took me a little while to find the dishwasher tablets, as they had been hiding on the pallet beneath other boxes. I took the entire lot down so that I could put them on the shelf. The lady wasn’t there when I came back. That is a pet peeve of mine. If you ask for something and we have to leave you to go fetch it, then it would be a very good idea to stay in that one spot.
I had a quick look for her, couldn’t find her. So I started to put the dishwasher tablets out.
“Er… excuse me? Hello?”
The lady had come back and was stood right behind me. I had seen a few other customers at the bottom of the next aisle over. Apparently, one of them was her because she pointed this fact out to me.
“Ooops, I’m sorry! I didn’t realise you were down there. And I can’t remember faces very well either.”
She glared at me, grabbed the dishwasher tablets out of my hand and, as she left, yelled, “What an idiot!”
I’m the idiot? You were the one who decided to go on a walk about. You were the one who decided I was an idiot because I made a small error and didn’t realise you were down in that other aisle. I am not an idiot because I forgot what you looked like, nor am I am idiot for assuming you’d be in the same spot as you were when I left you. YOU have made my job a lot harder for me and YOU gave me a bit of grief for it. Now, who’s the idiot again…?
And also, gee, that is the thanks I get for going upstairs and getting her those two boxes of dishwasher tablets. It’s so lovely that we shop workers get treated with the respect and thanks that we deserve, isn’t it
This one happened on 3rd January 2013. Location: Charity shop.
An elderly man came into the shop today with a donation. It was wrapped in a flimsy blue carrier bag but most of it was unconcealed and I could clearly see what it was. My eyes did a bit of a double take.
“Hello, I have a donation to make. Be careful with it, it’s extremely sharp.”
“Oh, thank you, let me take this and put it in the back. Thanks again!”
The item in question was a hunting knife with an 8-inch serrated blade. And there he was just carrying it around with him. I’m not sure how long he’d been walking around town with it, and he’s very lucky he wasn’t arrested for being in possession of a deadly weapon.
My boss and the other volunteers were in awe (and not in a good way) at this man and the fact he didn’t seem to realise what he’d done. My boss phoned head office and told them that we received a hunting knife, and were told to put it in a box, put it away somewhere safe and wait for the area manager to come by, who’d take it back to the headquarters so that it could be disposed of.
This one happened on 4th January 2013. Location: Discount Store.
I have huge hips and a massive arse. Every short top I wear ends up riding up over my hips. I also have love handles. Normally, I wear leggings and a tunic top, or a dress when I’m not in my uniform. I rarely wear t-shirts unless I cover up with a long cardigan. At work we need to wear black trousers and a black t-shirt. It doesn’t matter how large the t-shirt is, my hips and love handles always show. Today, a man approached me from behind, knelt down and said:
“That’s a lovely bit of flesh right there!”
I was creeped out and hurried in to the staff area, and waited there for about ten minutes before I had the courage to go back out there. I didn’t report him since it wouldn’t do any good. By the time I realised what had happened, I was in the staff area and had no idea what he looked like, what he sounded like, what he was wearing, or anything. All I know is that he was an old guy in his 70’s, perhaps older.