Just a Matter of Policy

Oh world. I would like to inform you of a certain courtesy when shopping towards the close of business:

Get the frack out of the store at closing time. Or at the very least get in line when you hear that announcement that say "Oh hey there people. Yeah we're closed to you need to come to the check out now."

If a place closes at 11 that does not mean since you're in the store you get to stay as long as you wish. Oh hell no. It closes at 11. That means you need to have your pretty little ass out the doors at that time.

It doesn't mean you can wander the aisle looking for all that you need. Nope, uh uh, no sir-ee.

Last night I had some peach of a woman get pissy because she couldn't stay and shop. She strolled in 5 to closing and I was walking the front checking the aisle so I told her nicely that we were closing in 5 to which she exclaimed "What?! I thought you closed at midnight! Oh what am I going to do?! Oh I'll be fast." She was nice then and I thought that hey maybe she will be out of here quick.

Cut to ten minutes later and she's still out there. A few minutes later the manager rounded her up and oh was she pissy then. "I didn't know you closed at 11!" Bullshit lady I just told you we did. Then she had to be difficult. She got all defensive over her coupon that was only supposed to be used at a different store so to shut her the hell up I took it. Then she was all "Oh I'm not going to shop here anymore. I didn't know you closed."

Cry me a river, princess. You were told. You got the same five minute warning everyone gets. Then you got to shop past close. I don't care if you didn't know the hours were different. It's only been that way for a few years.

I don't know where people get off being such jags. I want to go to where they work and wait until it's time for them to go home and then make them wait on me or whatever. Oh what's that? Oh it's time to go home? Ooooh yeah no not so much see it's still 5 and I'm pretty certain your hours are 9-5 and not 9-4:59 so I  can still be helped until 5 and if we go over, then well we go over.

Buttheads. The whole lot of them. Buttheads. It would be a little different if the people were a little apologetic if they were in there late but no. Most of the time they are in fact buttheads. Snotty, pissy, little punks that need to pull their collective heads out of their asses.

There. I feel a little better. Not a ton but at least I got that off my chest.

While I hate it when people stay late a little bit of me likes it because then I get to make my closed announcement which is fun. And then if that doesn't work I get to start to boot people. And oh that's a joy! It really is.

Ah the little things. They make the day better.