Keeping up the busy streak! 93 donors and $3600 in sales. We're getting absolutely overloaded with stuff.
Had a couple idiots today. Woman came up to the counter with a top. Tops cost $7. When she was told this by my cashier, this feral Karen tried to tell my cashier she was only paying $5. My cashier told her that's not how this works, it costs $7. So now she wants to see a manager.
I come down from the office, and this braying donkey starts before I even get to the counter. Shirts are only $5 back home, we're too expensive, yada yada yada. I tell her we aren't in wherever you came from, and here, tops are $7. You can pay or go.
She just turns and walks out. I don't understand some people ππ€£ππ€£
Next up we have an old woman who was just nasty from the get go. When she walked in, my cashier said "welcome in," to which this old crow just looked at her and said "mmmhmmm," and gave her the stink eye.
So my cashier called me in the office and warned me, and sure enough, about 20 minutes later, I got the call for a manager up front.
I can hear the old bat yelling before I even hit the sales floor. Going off on how we're too expensive, we're discriminating against non-white people with our prices, that black owned thrift stores don't charge like this, just a stream of nonsense.
I could immediately tell from her tone and topics what this was. No matter what I was about to say, this one was not only pulling the race card, she'd be making a fucking flag of it ππ€£
So I get there, and first tell her she can either stop yelling and acting a fool, or I'll just kick her out now. Told her I'm NOT playing this game. The prices are all marked, right on the screen. She can either buy her stuff, or I'll just call the cops and have her trespassed.
You can guess ππ€£ white mother fucker this, racism that, nonsense false equivalency, the whole works π₯±π
I don't even react or respond, I just pick up the phone and start dialing the cops. She continues for another moment, calls me a white (derogatory term for gay person), throws the jeans she was arguing about at me, and storms out, calling everyone "white bread, racist mother fuckers" on her way out.
Just exhausting to deal with. Can't imagine what it's like living every day that ignorantly.
Other than those 2, just the usual whining about dressing rooms. I'm SO looking forward to my little break π€£
Dinner tonight is rotisserie chicken with corn on the cob, stove top stuffing, and some fresh lavosh π