The Stare

March 30, 2005 at 12:50 am 2 comments

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Here’s some advice for all of you who frequent retail establishments: staring will get you nowhere. This is what makes record store employees angry.

This woman comes up to the desk today asking about an Andrew Lloyd Weber compilation. Is there a booklet? I look at the box and there is no indication of a booklet. Mind you, we have about a skillion Andrew Lloyd Weber collections. They take up at least two rows of our Broadway section. And she had to pick this one. This weirdo import cheapo thing with no real information on it. She starts with the staring. I pass it to my supervisor, he says the same thing. Nope, no booklet. More staring.

Both of us said, did you ask the woman in the Classical department (where we keep the Broadway section)? She would know better than we would. Miss Bug Eyes replied that she did and she sent her to us. Which is highly unlikely. She probably stared at the people in Classical until she set them on fire like Carrie.

Stare stare stare. It also did not help that English was not her primary language. She had this long sad face and big glasses and was dressed impeccably. And she was being trailed by these women who were 90 years old, who were like some sort of silent Greek chorus.

So then I pull up the Cheap O Andrew Lloyd Weber compilation up on one of our databases, and no further info. I point to the screen and say, Sorry, perhaps someone in Classical can recommend something else for you.

I don’t think she can.

Stare stare stare.

Bug Eyes was probably waiting for me to unwrap it, which I was not gonna do because there like 90 zillion other collections with the same exact songs on them, and she would likekly make me open all of them for her.

So I call back to the woman in Classical and explain the situation and whisper, “Please get rid of her.”

While I’m having this conversation with my back turned to her, my supe saw Bug Eyes making faces at me.

I guess rudeness is the international language of love.

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2 Comments Add your own

  • 1. James  |  March 31, 2005 at 12:47 pm

    Know what the wierd thing is? I can sometimes feel the stare even when I’m on the phone with a customer. I can just tell they’re given me the evil eye all the way across the wire…

  • 2. ricky  |  April 2, 2005 at 8:55 am

    sara, that’s a great story! I love
    your work dramas 🙂 miss you, dear.


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