People I Hate Part 2

This is a continuation, as you can probably tell, from my other blog and People I Hate.

I have two people on my list today that just pissed me right off.

1. People who stick to their guns. Not that having ideals is a bad things, but having boneheaded ideals is another. Today I had some guy come into the store. Here's what happened.

Guy: Hey, man, you got a cart I can use?
Me: No, sorry. We share them with the Superstore. You're welcome to bring one inside if you like.
Guy: Damn. I guess I'll have to carry it then.

What did I just finish saying? It's like there is no turning back. The carts are a hundred feet away!

What an idiot.

Candidate number two actually ruined my day.

2. So, this motherfucker comes in to buy a case of Pilsner and he's yakking away on his cell phone the entire time. I'm just down one of the aisles and I hear him drop his case. And he tells the guy on the phone, "yeah, I just dropped a case."

And then he grabs another one and walks away!

Motherfucker!

He just walked away. Didn't tell anyone. Just got his beer and left. I just about lost it, but while I was giving him time to go tell the cashier while I got the bucket he slipped away out of the store. I sincerely hope that this motherfucker dies slowly in a combination of being burned alive and having his still living remains eaten by vermin.

Seriously. Ruined my day.

Break in

So last night my store got kind of broken into. some hooligan punched out the loading dock door's window in hopes of finding a handle on the inside. he did not.
apparently there were security companies and cops involved. no one bothered to call Bob.
here are pictures!

Einstein-Newton Relations

It seems to me that gravity is relative to pressure in a liquor store. The busier we are, the harder things fall. In the last 2 days we have had 6 bottles of wine, 5 cases of wine, 1 case of prosecco, 5 boxes and a flat of beer break for the worst reasons. People are dropping them out of carts and plunking them into baskets where the break, dropping them off of carts and kicking them off shelves... iz disaster!

I haven't figured out how to upload pictures from my phone, but when I do, I'll show you the tower of loose beer that we're keeping in the back room because there isn't enough room to put them out front. There are probably 60 loose bottles of beer that we have salvaged. One of my co-workers broke 18/20 bottles in a case of Polish imports.

(also, never mop Irish Cream and Prosecco in the same bucket. Mop water should never curdle.)