Today a patron walked into my work today and asked me if I worked there. When I asked how I could help them, they said they had 2 things. The first one was that they had found a (used) disposable razor on the curb outside and wanted to know where they could throw it away.
OK, a little weird. And eww. I offered the book I was holding as a sort of temporary table where they placed it. Why they didn't just leave it there on the curb I don't know, but fine, whatever.
The second thing was another thing they had found outside. In their had they had a blue napkin with a...wait for it...
A dead bird.
I was in great shape and it wasn't even cold yet (which they knew because they kept touching it), so they wondering if we had a children's program that would have any use for it.
My response: "For a dead bird? NO."
OMFG. NO.
That has to be the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me at work. When you work at the public library, some element of weirdness just comes with the job. But this... this...this was just weird. And I have seen some weird sh*t!
Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creepy. Show all posts
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Brotherly Love
cashier: Oh wow, you two look so much alike. You must be siblings.
me: Nope. We're husband and wife though. So that's not creepy.
cashier: Oh, uh. Well, they say significant others start to look more and more alike as time goes on...
me: So they say.
Maybe it was due to the fact that we both have dark hair and that Mike was wearing his glasses at the time that the guy thought we looked alike. We've heard the sibling comparison once before. I've heard the look alike over time thing too, but really, it's just on the icky side of things no matter when you hear it.
me: Nope. We're husband and wife though. So that's not creepy.
cashier: Oh, uh. Well, they say significant others start to look more and more alike as time goes on...
me: So they say.
Maybe it was due to the fact that we both have dark hair and that Mike was wearing his glasses at the time that the guy thought we looked alike. We've heard the sibling comparison once before. I've heard the look alike over time thing too, but really, it's just on the icky side of things no matter when you hear it.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Commission Hell
Mike and I are in the market for a dinning room table. Even though we're hosting Thanksgiving this year (for 9 people, maybe even 10! (my first thanksgiving and I go BIG!)), we're going to wait until after the wedding to furnish our dining room. In other words, we're not going to get a table now just for the sake of getting a table. The table itself isn't what's all that expensive, it's all the chairs that get you. But anyway, we were in the area of a lot of furniture stores and since we had some time, we popped in a few of them to see what was available.
We didn't have much luck. The formal dining room isn't something that my generation wants in their house now*. So all of the dining room sets in the stores were old fashioned rococo massive ornate stuff. Just because we want a traditional dining room doesn't mean we want traditional furniture in it. Finding something we both like and isn't exorbitantly priced is going to be more difficult than we thought.**
The last place we looked at was Haverty's Furniture. I can't really tell you too much what the furniture there was like because I was too distracted by the sales guy following us around the entire store. It was so, so creepy and awful. Mike's actually pushing me to walk faster, and I'm about to grab his hand and run out of there. We couldn't make snarky comments to each other, let alone even talk to each other without the guy over hearing. We made the mistake of pausing a few seconds at a table and the guy piped in with unsolicited info on the set. We didn't even want to look anymore since all we could think about was getting the hell out of there. So that's what we did. And just to nail that final nail in the creepy coffin, the guy sprints ahead of us to get the door for us as we leave.
It was so awful we're not going back. Which is too bad for them because they were the first store that had furniture we didn't immediately hate. I know these guys work on commission, but that's no excuse for the creepy! It creates such a toxic environment and the people can sense it. It's not how I want to shop. If I want your help, I'll ask for it. I don't mind working in retail myself, but I have never worked on commission and never will.
You know the saying: have a good experience, tell 2 people. But have a bad experience, tell 10? Yeah. I'm telling everyone.
*The young pups today also don't register for fine china either. To which I say, that's fine for now, but in 10 years when you are hosting the big family gathering and have no place to seat everyone and no fancy china to serve on, you'll be wishing you had asked for that wedding china.
**Good thing Mike likes to research and will shop and shop and shop. (I told him about library school and in a day he complied a list of at least 10 online programs for me to look into) Though once he decides something, good luck trying to change his mind.
We didn't have much luck. The formal dining room isn't something that my generation wants in their house now*. So all of the dining room sets in the stores were old fashioned rococo massive ornate stuff. Just because we want a traditional dining room doesn't mean we want traditional furniture in it. Finding something we both like and isn't exorbitantly priced is going to be more difficult than we thought.**
The last place we looked at was Haverty's Furniture. I can't really tell you too much what the furniture there was like because I was too distracted by the sales guy following us around the entire store. It was so, so creepy and awful. Mike's actually pushing me to walk faster, and I'm about to grab his hand and run out of there. We couldn't make snarky comments to each other, let alone even talk to each other without the guy over hearing. We made the mistake of pausing a few seconds at a table and the guy piped in with unsolicited info on the set. We didn't even want to look anymore since all we could think about was getting the hell out of there. So that's what we did. And just to nail that final nail in the creepy coffin, the guy sprints ahead of us to get the door for us as we leave.
It was so awful we're not going back. Which is too bad for them because they were the first store that had furniture we didn't immediately hate. I know these guys work on commission, but that's no excuse for the creepy! It creates such a toxic environment and the people can sense it. It's not how I want to shop. If I want your help, I'll ask for it. I don't mind working in retail myself, but I have never worked on commission and never will.
You know the saying: have a good experience, tell 2 people. But have a bad experience, tell 10? Yeah. I'm telling everyone.
*The young pups today also don't register for fine china either. To which I say, that's fine for now, but in 10 years when you are hosting the big family gathering and have no place to seat everyone and no fancy china to serve on, you'll be wishing you had asked for that wedding china.
**Good thing Mike likes to research and will shop and shop and shop. (I told him about library school and in a day he complied a list of at least 10 online programs for me to look into) Though once he decides something, good luck trying to change his mind.
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