Announcements and ickiness
Dec. 27th, 2003 07:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tallulahgs*ahem* first off, everyone love and venerate ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
disks_smilie! For he has given me icons. The two 'doom is fun' ones are (c) him and he also drew the JGR ones. He rocks ^_^
That's the good news. The bad news is TOTAL pervert alert in the shop today!
Picture the scene. 5:10 (we close at 5:30.) My mum is hanging around cos she's going to pick me up and it's horribly wet out there, and us shop staff are bored out of our minds cos nothing's happened all day (no point opening the shop in our opinion. But I digress.)
Anyway, suddenly this guy comes in. He's asking where he can find the owner of the antique shop down the road (there's a rather confusing sign on its door about where the owner is if the shop is closed.) We tell him what we know, and Naomi (who's good at customer relations) asks him if we can help at all. He appears to notice he's in a music shop, and acts really interested in saxophones and clarinets, and asks Naomi to demonstrate one.
It's now about 5:25, and we're all like 'oh, geez, another bloody slow customer.' But we hang around. But this guy seems kind of weird. He just - didn't sound quite realistic. Like he asked stuff which suggested he knew about saxes, but claimed not to know what a clarinet was.
Emma thinks he might be a mystery shopper - a guy from the Music Retail Association, who's inspecting us. Either that, or he's a bit dodgy. So we all hang around waiting for him to leave.
My mum does leave, saying pointedly that she'd better go as we're closing, and she'll wait for me in the car.
We wait and wait and wait. He keeps asking more stuff, and saying weird things, and he'll come back Monday, he says, but doesn't want us to reserve the instrument (I figured at this point he must be a fake customer or pervert because customers always want you to reserve).
Finally he leaves (after asking us could we keep his antique coin in the till overnight. Emma, who's getting a bit stressed, says no way, we're not insured. He then says 'oh, it's only worth a few quid.' Oops, fell into a slight hole in your story there...)
Then Naomi says that while she was demonstrating the sax and the clarinet, he says - get this:
'Such sexy instruments, aren't they? All that fingering and sucking. Bit like Bill Clinton.'
We all shriek with horror, and then Emma suddenly notices the guy is still hanging around the shop. We've got the closed sign up, and he's still there, looking in the window and trying to get back in.
She yells out 'we can't let you in,' I yell out 'we're closed,' and we all dash into the back office and stay there until we're sure he's gone away.
I think it was made worse by the fact it's a very dark, wet night, and not many people are about.
Baka hentai for sure!
disks_smilie! For he has given me icons. The two 'doom is fun' ones are (c) him and he also drew the JGR ones. He rocks ^_^That's the good news. The bad news is TOTAL pervert alert in the shop today!
Picture the scene. 5:10 (we close at 5:30.) My mum is hanging around cos she's going to pick me up and it's horribly wet out there, and us shop staff are bored out of our minds cos nothing's happened all day (no point opening the shop in our opinion. But I digress.)
Anyway, suddenly this guy comes in. He's asking where he can find the owner of the antique shop down the road (there's a rather confusing sign on its door about where the owner is if the shop is closed.) We tell him what we know, and Naomi (who's good at customer relations) asks him if we can help at all. He appears to notice he's in a music shop, and acts really interested in saxophones and clarinets, and asks Naomi to demonstrate one.
It's now about 5:25, and we're all like 'oh, geez, another bloody slow customer.' But we hang around. But this guy seems kind of weird. He just - didn't sound quite realistic. Like he asked stuff which suggested he knew about saxes, but claimed not to know what a clarinet was.
Emma thinks he might be a mystery shopper - a guy from the Music Retail Association, who's inspecting us. Either that, or he's a bit dodgy. So we all hang around waiting for him to leave.
My mum does leave, saying pointedly that she'd better go as we're closing, and she'll wait for me in the car.
We wait and wait and wait. He keeps asking more stuff, and saying weird things, and he'll come back Monday, he says, but doesn't want us to reserve the instrument (I figured at this point he must be a fake customer or pervert because customers always want you to reserve).
Finally he leaves (after asking us could we keep his antique coin in the till overnight. Emma, who's getting a bit stressed, says no way, we're not insured. He then says 'oh, it's only worth a few quid.' Oops, fell into a slight hole in your story there...)
Then Naomi says that while she was demonstrating the sax and the clarinet, he says - get this:
'Such sexy instruments, aren't they? All that fingering and sucking. Bit like Bill Clinton.'
We all shriek with horror, and then Emma suddenly notices the guy is still hanging around the shop. We've got the closed sign up, and he's still there, looking in the window and trying to get back in.
She yells out 'we can't let you in,' I yell out 'we're closed,' and we all dash into the back office and stay there until we're sure he's gone away.
I think it was made worse by the fact it's a very dark, wet night, and not many people are about.
Baka hentai for sure!
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Date: 2003-12-27 11:13 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you like the icons! ^__^ I can see you're making good use of 'em, too; that makes me feel happy ^^
Ick, pervert. I've heard tales from the cashiers at my now-former place of business (:D!!!), where creepy/old/scarily fat/slobby men hit on them and give their phone numbers out. True, they took strides to employ good-looking girls at the register, but I find it kind of pathetic that people keep doing things like that.
If that man does come back, I'd seriously consider calling the police though, as he sounds like a complete head-case, not to mention a stalker and sexual harassment bait. Or you could let me kick his ass, as one of my going-away gifts from the Store was a long wooden rod.
(By the way--talking about my old workplace in the past tense REALLY feels gratifying XD)
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Date: 2003-12-28 04:13 pm (UTC)A long wooden rod? Interesting gift - I'd be happy to have you beat Creepy Guy to death with it ^_^
WHAT?!? They're cutting Sk8er Boi!! (Er, no, I hate and loathe Avril Levigne, but that song is too damn catchy...)
Anyway, feel free to keep strutting - I love my icons...
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Date: 2003-12-28 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-31 12:15 am (UTC)The lowly people of the UK act very extra strange.