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Originally Posted by Frankie the Fink
I worked in retail and sympathize with the emplouee(s).
Drug stores and grocery stores and elsewhere and you always get the customer that couldn't figure out they needed something during the 10 hours that you were at work and then wants to meander around in an empty store a few minutes before closing with employees that are waiting anxiously to finish the NEXT leg of their workday once the doors are locked.
Stocking shelves running floor scrubbers, cleaning restroom, closing out their registers, unloaiding trucks out back, icing the produce displays, burning trash in the incinerator, etc..
That was back in the 70's - maybe its different now.
I'd let customers in sometimes but with the same warning, "we're closing, do you know exactly what you need?"
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I worked in the meat dept. of a grocery store in the early '80s. We had and incinerator for the boxes. I forgot all about it until you mentioned it. I didn't have much interaction with the public. We had to clean the saws, knives, tables, floors, burn boxes, etc...everyday at the end of the shift. Just me and one other lackey. The old workers got to go home without doing any of that stuff. I did get the occasional interruption to shave a ham or some crap when all I wanted to do was get out of there! I had almost forgotten about the incinerator until you mentioned it. It was nice in the winter! Drop that big door and a wave of heat instantly warmed you up.
I have been in Walmart recently and overheard the stock person complaining about having to put out a partial pallet of goods and moving about like snails. They wouldn't have lasted a day in a privately owned store like where I worked.
This fool that jumped. Talk about an EGO! Did he think the world would stop or make some big deal about it? It was a real look at me and pay attention to me act.