O'Doul's
We were blocking off an aisle at work because there was some item that had sold-out mid-way through the day. There is always a Manager and one other spotter that follows the forklift and helps block either side of the aisle to nobody can pass through, you know, for safety. That other spotter fortunately was me.
When we have to pull items from the steel we always block that aisle and the aisle adjacent to it so that if the forklift accidentally pushes a pallet into the next aisle there will be no members there. My manager had his sides aisles blocked off and I had only one of mine, the other was left open so members could make there way out. After all had left I started pulling the bright neon yellow safety tape across so that we could continue. Out of my perifs I could see an elderly woman walking right for the aisle we were blocking. I stopped and and started to call to her, "Ma'm. Ma'm? Ma'm!" She must have been def because she was no more than two feet away when I was calling her. I'm not one to put my arm out and stop her from physically, I'll simply let her pass, then when she stops I will alert her of what we are doing.
She walking through the closed aisle now, side to side as if she cant figure out what the hell she wants. she stops halfway though the aisle and starts looking around. "Can I help you fin anything, ma'm?" "I'm just looking to get rid of some of this stuff..." We were in the damn cereal aisle and she wanted to drop off there a back of almonds, charcoal, Bounty and either her flat of Kern's or case of O'Doul's. "Hmmm, which should I get rid of? The Kern's or the O'Doul's?" After like three minutes of talking to herself she says, "Get rid of the Kern's," and with a very rude way about her she shooed me away with a flick of her wrist. Apparently she wasn't havin' this "taste of sunshine" juiced beverage.
I could tel that my manager was mad. The whole ordeal took too long and apparently could have been prevented if I felt like being a real douche to a member. Now our managers and pretty relaxed but still try to come off stern when others employees are around. He waited till three or four other employees walked by so that he had a little crowd going and he tried to zing me. Like always I called him out on it asking why he waits till he has a group the talk to me. Then I defended my honor by telling him that I'm not gonna hit the damn lady, even if she did deserve it, just so that she wont enter the aisle. And she was old, I mean real old, and I if were to yell to loud I could kill her. I guess I do have a pretty manly voice. "Booming" and "commanding" I've been told. I made the mistake of telling this same manager that I had a member tell me I had "very kind eyes," and now that is all he calls me, Kind Eyes.
To lighten the what looked to be tension between my manager and I, I told him what she wanted to do. I even acted it out in the best old lady impression I knew of, the one by Liam Sullivan. I have to tell you, it was pretty perfect. Everyone busted up laughing. "What should I get rid of, the Kern's or the O'Doul's? Get rid of the Kern's." And like always, the managers talk in the office and at least twice everyday I have different managers asking to see the impression. Apparently I'm the funny guy at work because they always have me do stupid impressions, like the Mother Grandma impression. They also have me do some other veteran employees job because I do a better impression of the guy than he does himself.
It's like I can't fucking control it.
When we have to pull items from the steel we always block that aisle and the aisle adjacent to it so that if the forklift accidentally pushes a pallet into the next aisle there will be no members there. My manager had his sides aisles blocked off and I had only one of mine, the other was left open so members could make there way out. After all had left I started pulling the bright neon yellow safety tape across so that we could continue. Out of my perifs I could see an elderly woman walking right for the aisle we were blocking. I stopped and and started to call to her, "Ma'm. Ma'm? Ma'm!" She must have been def because she was no more than two feet away when I was calling her. I'm not one to put my arm out and stop her from physically, I'll simply let her pass, then when she stops I will alert her of what we are doing.
She walking through the closed aisle now, side to side as if she cant figure out what the hell she wants. she stops halfway though the aisle and starts looking around. "Can I help you fin anything, ma'm?" "I'm just looking to get rid of some of this stuff..." We were in the damn cereal aisle and she wanted to drop off there a back of almonds, charcoal, Bounty and either her flat of Kern's or case of O'Doul's. "Hmmm, which should I get rid of? The Kern's or the O'Doul's?" After like three minutes of talking to herself she says, "Get rid of the Kern's," and with a very rude way about her she shooed me away with a flick of her wrist. Apparently she wasn't havin' this "taste of sunshine" juiced beverage.
I could tel that my manager was mad. The whole ordeal took too long and apparently could have been prevented if I felt like being a real douche to a member. Now our managers and pretty relaxed but still try to come off stern when others employees are around. He waited till three or four other employees walked by so that he had a little crowd going and he tried to zing me. Like always I called him out on it asking why he waits till he has a group the talk to me. Then I defended my honor by telling him that I'm not gonna hit the damn lady, even if she did deserve it, just so that she wont enter the aisle. And she was old, I mean real old, and I if were to yell to loud I could kill her. I guess I do have a pretty manly voice. "Booming" and "commanding" I've been told. I made the mistake of telling this same manager that I had a member tell me I had "very kind eyes," and now that is all he calls me, Kind Eyes.
To lighten the what looked to be tension between my manager and I, I told him what she wanted to do. I even acted it out in the best old lady impression I knew of, the one by Liam Sullivan. I have to tell you, it was pretty perfect. Everyone busted up laughing. "What should I get rid of, the Kern's or the O'Doul's? Get rid of the Kern's." And like always, the managers talk in the office and at least twice everyday I have different managers asking to see the impression. Apparently I'm the funny guy at work because they always have me do stupid impressions, like the Mother Grandma impression. They also have me do some other veteran employees job because I do a better impression of the guy than he does himself.
It's like I can't fucking control it.
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