Tis me, the Fabulous Baker Boy! I promise to make this one short and (relatively) painless. Two short tales of woe:
I was filling the tables from a grocery cart filled with product to go out. A customer approached and asked, "Can I use this cart?" Um, do you not have eyes? can you not see it is filled (and I mean FILLED) with product. I politely told her that it was in use at the moment but I would try to get it unfilled as fast as possible, or if it were better for her, there were a lot of carts up at the front of the store. She did not like either option and went up front to complain that I wouldn't wave my proverbial wand to make all the supplies instantaneously teleport from the cart to the tables for her so that she could use the cart.
(She can go up front to complain but not to get a cart?)
Our store has a self-service pastry case with all the donuts, rolls and pastries for customers. A woman walked up to the bakery counter and said, "I need a dozen donuts." I pointed out the case to her and she shot me the nastiest look and said, "You mean I have to get them MYSELF?"
Yes lady, that's usually what self service means!
(Had a customer react the same way once when she found out she had to get her own soda from the soda fountain.)
Seriously! I work in a low class neighborhood store! What is with all the diva/entitled attitude!?
- Oh the effort of it all!