Sunday, October 17, 2010
When Stupid People Rent Movies: Talkative Guy pt 2
9:18 PM
The video store I work in seems to have some of the most clueless members to EVER hire movies. These are some of their stories
Recap: I like to call this particular customer Mr Chatty. He's about mid 20's, unemployed, lives alone, doesn't know many people in the area. His Dad lives about 2 hours drive down south from him, and his brother lives about an hours drive north. I found all this out, when he came in to sign up.... And he was in the store for less then 10 minutes.
In fact I know almost everything about this guy's personal life. Every Wednesday, without fail he shows up to pick out his 6 movies for the week. Apart from getting his food shopping once every 2 weeks or checking in with his WINZ case manager every 3 months, (Work and Income New Zealand, where the unemployed scam money off this great country of mine!). Talking to me seems to be one of the few times he gets proper human contact. So every Wednesday I would put on my biggest grin, and ask how Mr Chatty's week had been, and he'd chat away to me for almost a solid hour.
So when I started working at the other video store I stopped seeing Mr Chatty, thank goodness! However!!! About 3 months ago, guess who I ran into while I was at the mall doing some birthday shopping for a friend...... yep Mr Chatty *dramatic sigh* . So what was meant to be a quick shopping expedition to grab a couple of birthday presents and a nice card, turned into a three hour talk marathon from hell!
Over the course of 3 hours he pretty much told me EXACTLY how his life was going, from the last day he talked, up until that morning............... I have never been so damn bored in my entire LIFE!! What he's been doing, who he's been sleeping with, what his Dad had been up to, the fact that he moved out of his Dads then moved back in, then moved to his brothers then got kicked out then shifted into a WINZ house but he hates his neighbours............... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I DON'T CARE! Ok, it's bad enough sometimes when you accidentally bump into a customer that you serve at the store, occasionally it's ok, but most of the time you just don't know what to say to them "hey, nice to see you at the supermarket.... so how'd that tranny Asian porn you hired he other night work out for you?"..... NO, just no! But this is just too damn much! But in saying that I was very nice (well as nice as I can be anyway), and sat and listened to what Mr Chatty had to say, I smiled and nodded in the correct places, and managed to keep the "holy-crap-get-me-out-of-here" look off my face for most of the conversation I think.....
Recap: I like to call this particular customer Mr Chatty. He's about mid 20's, unemployed, lives alone, doesn't know many people in the area. His Dad lives about 2 hours drive down south from him, and his brother lives about an hours drive north. I found all this out, when he came in to sign up.... And he was in the store for less then 10 minutes.
In fact I know almost everything about this guy's personal life. Every Wednesday, without fail he shows up to pick out his 6 movies for the week. Apart from getting his food shopping once every 2 weeks or checking in with his WINZ case manager every 3 months, (Work and Income New Zealand, where the unemployed scam money off this great country of mine!). Talking to me seems to be one of the few times he gets proper human contact. So every Wednesday I would put on my biggest grin, and ask how Mr Chatty's week had been, and he'd chat away to me for almost a solid hour.
So when I started working at the other video store I stopped seeing Mr Chatty, thank goodness! However!!! About 3 months ago, guess who I ran into while I was at the mall doing some birthday shopping for a friend...... yep Mr Chatty *dramatic sigh* . So what was meant to be a quick shopping expedition to grab a couple of birthday presents and a nice card, turned into a three hour talk marathon from hell!
Over the course of 3 hours he pretty much told me EXACTLY how his life was going, from the last day he talked, up until that morning............... I have never been so damn bored in my entire LIFE!! What he's been doing, who he's been sleeping with, what his Dad had been up to, the fact that he moved out of his Dads then moved back in, then moved to his brothers then got kicked out then shifted into a WINZ house but he hates his neighbours............... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
I DON'T CARE! Ok, it's bad enough sometimes when you accidentally bump into a customer that you serve at the store, occasionally it's ok, but most of the time you just don't know what to say to them "hey, nice to see you at the supermarket.... so how'd that tranny Asian porn you hired he other night work out for you?"..... NO, just no! But this is just too damn much! But in saying that I was very nice (well as nice as I can be anyway), and sat and listened to what Mr Chatty had to say, I smiled and nodded in the correct places, and managed to keep the "holy-crap-get-me-out-of-here" look off my face for most of the conversation I think.....
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- Grace C
- I love movies, and for over 5 years I worked at a video store somewhere in the depths of Auckland so I could be close to my precious movies & rent those bitches for free! However, I have since moved on. But even after moving on from the store I still have a load of video store stories of crazy customers and random happenings to talk about!!
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