(I fix registers and self-checkout equipment at said store. I wear a badge, it states which company I work for and has a picture of me on it. It looks nothing like the name badges the store uses but everyone asks me if I work there or if I can help them. I always answer politely that I don’t and point them in the direction of someone who does. But this time…)
Me: *walking to back of store to fiddle with a printer that was acting up*
Lady: “Can you help us with picking a TV?”
Me: *Looks around* “Me?”
Lady’s Boyfriend: “Yes you, we need some help here.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t work here.”
Lady: “Look, I just want to know about some of the features.”
Me: *dumbfounded* “Like I said, I don’t work here.”
Lady’s Boyfriend: “Un-f***ing-believable…I guess this is what minimum wage pays for these days.”
Me: *snorts and starts to walk away*
Lady: “Well who the f*** is supposed to help us now?”
Me: “Maybe you should try asking someone with ***-**** written on their name tag, I’m sure they’d be glad to help you out seeing as they WORK here.”
Lady’s Boyfriend: “This is shoddy customer service! We want to speak to your manager right now!”
Me: *shakes head and walks off*
Lady & Boyfriend: *insert string of obscenities here*
(I saw them 10 minutes later as I was leaving the store, they were complaining to a department manager. I’m sure they were trying to describe me because he had a very confused look on his face. Poor guy.)
