Username: SilverCrescentMoon
Name: Eclair
Gender: Female
Worst retail expierence:
Today. I can't even begin to describe the craziness of the past few hours. One day, I will look back and laugh, but that day is not today. I started my shift at Safeway at 10:00 am sharp. Okay, to be honest, I was a few minutes late. 10:03 am, to be exact. I had just taken up my post at the register when a kalon came barreling down the isle with half a dozen donut boxes tottering in her paws. One by one, she set them down on the checkout belt, and slowly they came towards me. Surely she couldn't eat all of those herself? Trying hard not to stare, I set to work adding up her total. "Party?" I asked curiously. The kalon nodded. "Yes, I needed a last minute party treat, so this is the best I could do." With a smile, I handed her the change and she turned towards the boxes. Within that small second of time, I realized I should offer to help. "Do you need help carrying them to your car, mam?" The kalon looked relieved and nodded gratefully.
We each hauled three boxes back to her car. As she opened the door, a little boy's face, her son most likely, popped his head out the window. "Will that be enough, mommy?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows as we set down the six boxes, each carrying a dozen donuts. "Yes, dear," the mother said tiredly. After she thanked me, I headed back into the store, and that's when things went wrong.
"Hey, miss, do you work here?" A flustered kalon walked right up to me. Looking down at my work attire and name tag, startled, I said, "Yes, mam, how may I help you?"
The kalon gestured behind her. "How come every morning, and I mean every morning, you run out of the good donuts? Every time I come here, you're out! It's ridiculous."
I stared at her, not sure what to do. "Well, we do our best to make sure there is enough for everyone-"
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Clearly you aren't doing your best. In fact, I think all you lazy bums should get your act together. The next time I shop here, you better have some good, fresh donuts in stock!" With that, she brushed past me and exited the store. I stood there for a minute, confused, before returning to my register. But before I could reach it, a paw tapped my shoulder and I turned around to see a frail old kalon standing there.
"Excuse me mam? I need your help," he said in a raspy voice. "Of course, sir," I said, taking a deep breath and following him. He led me to the Redbox machine, where his wife was standing there, repeatedly swiping her card in the machine. "We can't get this thing to work," the kalon continued. "These darn machines. You know, back in my day, we didn't even have movies. We went outside and played in the real world. Nowadays it's all about these technomajiggers."
I sat patiently and listened to his story when finally his wife interrupted him. Thank goodness. "Oh stop it, dear. She doesn't have time for no stories." Turning to me, she said, "The movie just won't come out. It won't register the card."
With a frown, I took the card from her and swiped. Sure enough, it didn't work. After multiple attempts, I stood back and gave the machine a light kick. Nothing. It took a few minutes of fiddling with the machine before I sat down in a huff. Stupid Redbox. In my frustration, I dropped the lady's card on the floor. When I bent down to pick it up, I realized it wasn't a credit card at all. It was her driver's license. "Um, mam?" I told her and she began to chuckle. "Oh, sorry dearie. My eyesight isn't what it used to be. Within a few moments, they got their movie (a documentary on birds) and left.
The rest of the day wasn't so bad. Except that someone spilled a jar of animal crackers in isle three (totally wasn't me...) and
someone had to clean them up (again, definitely wasn't me).