To go along with my last post, I thought I'd let you in on a few of my bookstore peeves along with actual conversations that have occurred in the course of a working day.
1. Customers who don't clean up after themselves. It's not just books they leave lying around. Honestly, I can handle that and consider it part of my job. No, what bothers me is the used kleenexes, half-drunk cups of latte and soda they litter on the shelves. And don't even get me started on the evilness I've seen inflicted on the store washrooms. I'm sorry ladies, but we're the messier sex in the washroom (at least the public ones). Oh, the things I've seen. Ewwww!!!
And there are those dear parents who bring their kidlets into the Children's Department and think that we're running a nursery. I actually had a lady ask me once if I could watch her child for ten minutes while she took a phone call. Umm...nope. Sorry. Homey don't play dat.
2. Customers who think the store is their personal library. There are some customers who come and spend hours at the bookstore reading, eating, drinking, talking on their cell phone, conducting business and generally mess-making. Now, what really gets me is when at the end of the day, dear customers get indignant about the store closing. "I just have a few more pages left." Ummm...it is available for purchase by the way.
And then, there's this. About once a month, I have a customer come up to me and ask if we have a photocopier. Okay people, it's a bookstore, not a fucking library! Buy the damn thing already.
3. Customers who don't understand stuff. I had a dear customer the other day approach me with: "I see you have a Fiction section. Where is your Non-Fiction section?"
Me: "Well, we have a Fiction section to designate fiction because the rest of the store is non-fiction."
Dear Customer: "No, I want your non-fiction."
Me: "The whole rest of the store is non-fiction. What exactly are you looking for? Science, health, business, biography?"
Dear Customer: "No, I just want the non-fiction section."
At this point, my patience begins to wane and I look around for Ashton to see if I've been punk'd. But no such luck, this is for real.
All in a day's work.