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jecca_mehlota) wrote2011-03-18 10:18 pm
jecca_mehlota) wrote2011-03-18 10:18 pm
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Pay for your cake. Or we'll find you.
Today was a bad day for my department, but a good day for justice. /overly dramatic
I went in at 10:30 and we were just... behind. Already so far behind. And we never really caught up. Yesterday was actually much of the same, which is why we were so far behind this morning. (Cupcakes. Everyone wanted ALL OF THE CUPCAKES for St. Patrick's Day...) So when I arrived, my manager was trapped at the cake station trying to complete a bunch of orders for pick-up later that afternoon. Also, several people showed up to place orders for same-day pick-up, which she agreed to do despite our not really having time for it (argh). I did get to help fetch and put away the load, at least, which was new and exciting.
About 2:30ish, some guy came and got his cakes, and I thought nothing of it because I was busy making garlic bread so I could be done with packaging and go on my lunch break. But when I finished and looked up, my manager had disappeared! Odd, but stuff comes up and if she doesn't say she's going somewhere she usually isn't gone long, so I waited. And waited. And then ran dishwater and started doing some other stuff because she was taking for ever. She finally showed back up a little after 3 and gave me a quick summary of events: after she handed the guy his cakes, she noticed he didn't seem to be walking towards the registers but rather through produce. So she followed him. And - sure enough! He walked straight out the doors! So she... continued to follow him! She had a pencil with her, so she wrote down his license plate number, and then, with the order forms in hand (which had a name and phone number), went inside, told store management what was up, and then called the police on his sorry ass. And apparently his plate number was unregistered. (Haha, shit, dude, you're really in it now...)
They tracked him down via the phone number and hauled him back to the store (heee, can you imagine the look on his face when he answered the door and it's a cop with a You Didn't Pay For Those Cakes, Bucko message? You can bet he never saw that one coming), where he insisted he'd totally paid for them when he placed the order!
Store manager asked him how he did that. WITH HIS EBT CARD! No, doofus, wrong "how". See, we don't allow people to pay early. You buy the cake when you pick up the cake, to prevent situations like this one. So he finally agreed to "pay again" and apparently spent the entire time griping that "it cost less than this when I bought them the first time" - since I guess we can randomly assign new prices to things on a whim (the idiot tax? Oh, how I wish).
Anyway, that was an eventually happy thing and we all had a lot of laughs over it. (Makes me crack up, still. There he is, thinking he's so damn awesome and smart, getting his almost $50's worth of cake for free.
... and then the police show up at the door.)
I went in at 10:30 and we were just... behind. Already so far behind. And we never really caught up. Yesterday was actually much of the same, which is why we were so far behind this morning. (Cupcakes. Everyone wanted ALL OF THE CUPCAKES for St. Patrick's Day...) So when I arrived, my manager was trapped at the cake station trying to complete a bunch of orders for pick-up later that afternoon. Also, several people showed up to place orders for same-day pick-up, which she agreed to do despite our not really having time for it (argh). I did get to help fetch and put away the load, at least, which was new and exciting.
About 2:30ish, some guy came and got his cakes, and I thought nothing of it because I was busy making garlic bread so I could be done with packaging and go on my lunch break. But when I finished and looked up, my manager had disappeared! Odd, but stuff comes up and if she doesn't say she's going somewhere she usually isn't gone long, so I waited. And waited. And then ran dishwater and started doing some other stuff because she was taking for ever. She finally showed back up a little after 3 and gave me a quick summary of events: after she handed the guy his cakes, she noticed he didn't seem to be walking towards the registers but rather through produce. So she followed him. And - sure enough! He walked straight out the doors! So she... continued to follow him! She had a pencil with her, so she wrote down his license plate number, and then, with the order forms in hand (which had a name and phone number), went inside, told store management what was up, and then called the police on his sorry ass. And apparently his plate number was unregistered. (Haha, shit, dude, you're really in it now...)
They tracked him down via the phone number and hauled him back to the store (heee, can you imagine the look on his face when he answered the door and it's a cop with a You Didn't Pay For Those Cakes, Bucko message? You can bet he never saw that one coming), where he insisted he'd totally paid for them when he placed the order!
Store manager asked him how he did that. WITH HIS EBT CARD! No, doofus, wrong "how". See, we don't allow people to pay early. You buy the cake when you pick up the cake, to prevent situations like this one. So he finally agreed to "pay again" and apparently spent the entire time griping that "it cost less than this when I bought them the first time" - since I guess we can randomly assign new prices to things on a whim (the idiot tax? Oh, how I wish).
Anyway, that was an eventually happy thing and we all had a lot of laughs over it. (Makes me crack up, still. There he is, thinking he's so damn awesome and smart, getting his almost $50's worth of cake for free.
... and then the police show up at the door.)