A few posts ago, I posted an entry about a dude and his skateboard. This dude was and still is rude and obnoxious. He is the one that fell flat on his face because he was skateboarding in the laundromat. Today he won the honor of being a douche bag. Well actually, he won it a very long time ago. One day he was doing laundry with his wife or girlfriend and they had a quarrel. He punched her in the stomach while yelling at her for not folding his socks right and then he stormed out of the laundromat. He is psychotic and he even looks the part! Gah! I wish I had my camera today!
Anywhoots...
When someone gives me money, they normally tell me what they want. Its either soap or quarters. This butt munch gave me his dollar bill along with a look. Not one word about what he wanted. He just stood there repeating "please wait" over and over again. I should have told him "a mentally disabled person is brighter than you!" It's quite hard to get me pissed me off but this guy succeeded in doing so.
Me: What do you need?
Skateboarding douche bag (SDB): Please wait, please wait, please wait.
Me: Excuse me?
SDB: Please wait Please wait...
(I cut him off)
Me: Well, we don't offer that but if you would be so kind to use more words to tell me what you need with this dollar, I would appreciate it.
(I really wasn't happy to help him. As a matter of fact, I dislike this dude.)
SDB: When I go to Mcdonalds and I hand them a dollar, they know what I want.
Me: Last time I checked, this is a laundromat and we don't have a dollar menu. So either tell me what you want or I will give you your buck back and just ignore you.
SDB: PLease wait please wait
(I got aggravated and he sees this)
SDB: okay, just give me quarters.
I hand it to him without saying anything. He comes back two minutes later and says "please wait please wait please wait" and cracks up. If the fucker sees that his dark clothes have been bleached, it wouldn't be my fault. -whistles- As a matter of fact, I should tell him "please wait, your report is being processed and it will take a month to get your complaint to the general manager, have a good day."
Well okay... I wouldn't go that far... but I am hoping he falls flat on his face again! He really is a docuhe bag.
In other news, a lady comes in asking for her wedding dress that she dropped off six years ago. Hey lady, where have you been? She gave me the excuse that she forgot. If this was my wedding dress, I wouldn't forget to pick it up. It would be my priority. I told her that we gave it away to charity. She wasn't pleased and she started to go off on me. I pointed to the sign that states "clothing left in the dry cleaners for over six months will be given to charity." She went on and on about her dress being precious and sentimental. I replied "Well, I guess it didn't mean much to you for you to forget it for six years! Sorry!" She was furious. She called her husband... not sure what he was going to do about it. Its not like the dress would magically appear... hmm, that line just made me want to eat Lucky Charms. I should have asked the wedding dress lady to go get me some. I would have also told her "well, on the bright side, someone else is enjoying your dress" but that would have been a bit insensitive. Oh well!
I think I need to go for an eye exam...
Update: The douche bag did fall flat on his face. He slipped on the rubber mat while trying to dry his shoes. I laughed out loud this time. I may have pointed too.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Thursday, June 25, 2009
2+2 DOES NOT EQUAL 4
Thats right, it does not. My fellow readers, this is not a trick question either. A young female walked into my laundromat today and she must have been at least 11 years old. She needed $2.50 in quarters from $3.oo. I told her she was going to get three dollars in quarters and she was insisting that she wanted $2.50. I asked her how she wanted the other .50 cents and she was saying she wants it back in a dollar form. I was arguing with her for 5 minutes to only give up and give her $3.00 in quarters. She is young and I get it, no one wants to think during Summer but even then... your brain cells should be working.
A long time ago, I had an adult ask me to break a 20 for him. He said four- five dollar bills and the rest in singles. I was doing simple math with him to figure it out. He had an excuse but I do not remember it.
People, wake up... its scary having to see people not use their logic and what they were taught in school. Some schools are bad and sometimes teachers do not care but come on, at home teach them something! It will make life at the laundromat easier. Trust me.
A long time ago, I had an adult ask me to break a 20 for him. He said four- five dollar bills and the rest in singles. I was doing simple math with him to figure it out. He had an excuse but I do not remember it.
People, wake up... its scary having to see people not use their logic and what they were taught in school. Some schools are bad and sometimes teachers do not care but come on, at home teach them something! It will make life at the laundromat easier. Trust me.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
CAN I HAZ A QUATERZ?
I really wasn't going to end up with a title but for today's blog, I just had to... especially since the incident just happened....
Customer: I need quarters.
LLG: How much do you need in quarters? I am out of singles for the machine.
Customer: Quarters please
LLG: How much?
Customer: Oh um I just need a five dollar bill and five singles.
LLG: I don't have singles for the machine. I have a 5 dollar bill... but if you need a dollar or two in quarters I can...
-I got cut off-
Customer: I just need 5 dollars.
LLG: Okies, here's two 5s.
Customer: I need quarters.
LLG: (I hold in a big sigh) The machine. It has quarters.
Customer: Oh right! Sorry, I have a stiff neck today.
I held a comment back and the comment was "whats your excuse for your brain?" but I didn't... this customer has been coming to us for quite a while. As a matter of fact, she became so comfortable with us that she told me and my other worker that she got a breast reduction and that her chest and back feel better. TMI? Why yes... yes it is... do I care? Absolutely not. I just sat there nodding and smile and throwing in an occasional "well, that's good!". What am I supposed to do? Ask if I could touch them? If that is the case then I would gladly pass. This is the same customer by the way that set the dryer on fire. It was a minor fire, nothing big. She tried to blame it on us until I revealed to her that plastic objects can not be placed in the dryer. Especially when the directions for it say "flammable- keep away from fire". Her Ralph Lauren towels caught a bit of the minor "fire" residue and started saying how WE ruined HER towels... Bitch, you ruined our dryer... She was whining and complaining so just to get her to shut the hell up, I offered to wash her towels to remove the stain. (I'm proud for being diplomatic at that time because it saved me a headache). A week later she shows up with RL towels again, you know the ones with the bear from Macy's that are expensive as well as a receipt. Before she could hand me the receipt, I handed her good as new but old towels. She was pissed under that fake smile and thank you. Maybe she lacks common sense... then again, she does have a stiff neck and lacking a percentage of her brain.
Approximately two hours ago, a customer approached me to notify me that his washer wasn't working. Here I thought *oh great, another one that can't figure out how to latch the door* but boy was a wrong... somewhat... trust me, the story gets better. I explained to him that the washer he was using, was out of order but the a child must have removed it. Previously to his arrival, 3 little monsters were running around. Don't get me wrong I LOVE CHILDREN but there is a place and time to run and the laundromat is not a park. The children must have removed the out of order sign since that has happened before (a child removing the sign). Now, I instructed the customer to remove his clothing and to put it in the washer that's right next to the broken one and while he did that, I was going to retrieve 7 quarters to give to him to start up the washer. I come back to see him using the washer that was out of order. My words "OMG NO! DON'T USE THAT WASHER!" It was more of a panic and disappointment than screaming... I swear. He got frightened to the point where he thought the washer was going to explode. I told him why it was out of order and he said he wasn't mad at me. (I don't think I would care if he was.) I let him was in the broken washer and told him it would take longer than 28 minutes. He said it was fine and ye walked off.
Once at the counter, the stiff necked lady approaches me and asks me for the key to the bathroom and I gave it to her. She returns saying that she had great difficulty using the bathroom because of her neck. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Know. That.
42 minutes to go until I close. Help.
-LLG
Update: I had to post this... stiff neck lady had lectured me a long time ago about the liquid I use to mop up the floor. Today, as she was leaving- in an exciting voice she said "Hey! That's good, you change the liquid you used to use!" I shattered her happiness (happily) and told her "no, it's the same thing" She replied "Oh maybe it dried then and it has a lighter smell"... hey, crazy lady... the floor is wet and thank you for stepping on my clean floor. Have a great night and I hope you have nightmares about the liquid I use. Four more minutes before I close...
Customer: I need quarters.
LLG: How much do you need in quarters? I am out of singles for the machine.
Customer: Quarters please
LLG: How much?
Customer: Oh um I just need a five dollar bill and five singles.
LLG: I don't have singles for the machine. I have a 5 dollar bill... but if you need a dollar or two in quarters I can...
-I got cut off-
Customer: I just need 5 dollars.
LLG: Okies, here's two 5s.
Customer: I need quarters.
LLG: (I hold in a big sigh) The machine. It has quarters.
Customer: Oh right! Sorry, I have a stiff neck today.
I held a comment back and the comment was "whats your excuse for your brain?" but I didn't... this customer has been coming to us for quite a while. As a matter of fact, she became so comfortable with us that she told me and my other worker that she got a breast reduction and that her chest and back feel better. TMI? Why yes... yes it is... do I care? Absolutely not. I just sat there nodding and smile and throwing in an occasional "well, that's good!". What am I supposed to do? Ask if I could touch them? If that is the case then I would gladly pass. This is the same customer by the way that set the dryer on fire. It was a minor fire, nothing big. She tried to blame it on us until I revealed to her that plastic objects can not be placed in the dryer. Especially when the directions for it say "flammable- keep away from fire". Her Ralph Lauren towels caught a bit of the minor "fire" residue and started saying how WE ruined HER towels... Bitch, you ruined our dryer... She was whining and complaining so just to get her to shut the hell up, I offered to wash her towels to remove the stain. (I'm proud for being diplomatic at that time because it saved me a headache). A week later she shows up with RL towels again, you know the ones with the bear from Macy's that are expensive as well as a receipt. Before she could hand me the receipt, I handed her good as new but old towels. She was pissed under that fake smile and thank you. Maybe she lacks common sense... then again, she does have a stiff neck and lacking a percentage of her brain.
Approximately two hours ago, a customer approached me to notify me that his washer wasn't working. Here I thought *oh great, another one that can't figure out how to latch the door* but boy was a wrong... somewhat... trust me, the story gets better. I explained to him that the washer he was using, was out of order but the a child must have removed it. Previously to his arrival, 3 little monsters were running around. Don't get me wrong I LOVE CHILDREN but there is a place and time to run and the laundromat is not a park. The children must have removed the out of order sign since that has happened before (a child removing the sign). Now, I instructed the customer to remove his clothing and to put it in the washer that's right next to the broken one and while he did that, I was going to retrieve 7 quarters to give to him to start up the washer. I come back to see him using the washer that was out of order. My words "OMG NO! DON'T USE THAT WASHER!" It was more of a panic and disappointment than screaming... I swear. He got frightened to the point where he thought the washer was going to explode. I told him why it was out of order and he said he wasn't mad at me. (I don't think I would care if he was.) I let him was in the broken washer and told him it would take longer than 28 minutes. He said it was fine and ye walked off.
Once at the counter, the stiff necked lady approaches me and asks me for the key to the bathroom and I gave it to her. She returns saying that she had great difficulty using the bathroom because of her neck. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Know. That.
42 minutes to go until I close. Help.
-LLG
Update: I had to post this... stiff neck lady had lectured me a long time ago about the liquid I use to mop up the floor. Today, as she was leaving- in an exciting voice she said "Hey! That's good, you change the liquid you used to use!" I shattered her happiness (happily) and told her "no, it's the same thing" She replied "Oh maybe it dried then and it has a lighter smell"... hey, crazy lady... the floor is wet and thank you for stepping on my clean floor. Have a great night and I hope you have nightmares about the liquid I use. Four more minutes before I close...
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