Oh My God!
Since I'm remembering some technically "bad service" incidents from my past that didn't actually piss me off I figured I would share one experience from my early 20's that I wish I could erase from my memory...
Around 2AM I went into a 24hr Christy's convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. The front door was unlocked and the bright fluorescent lights were on but the store was completely deserted. I called out a few times softly but no one appeared.
I noticed that the door to the back room was propped open. I had worked in retail and figured the clerk, having no customers, was out back doing inventory or something and had not heard the bell when I opened the front door so I decided to poke my head in and get his/her attention.
I will never (unfortunately) forget the next few moments. I stepped through the door and there was a dark, small, deserted office to my left. In front of me was a large, open stock room. To my right was a short corridor, about fifteen feet long. At the end of the corridor was a door to an employee bathroom, the door was wide open. On the toilet, with his pants around his ankles, was the store clerk. In one hand, propped open, he was holding what I assume was a pornographic magazine. Even behind a cut I don't want to be too graphic (and I don't really like to think about it) so all I will say was that his other hand was moving in a very quick back and forth motion.
I backed out of the door and walked up to the front counter. I took a pack of cigarettes from behind the counter and left some cash on the counter. As I drove away I realized that he must have deliberately left all the doors wide open figuring he would hear the bell from the front door opening but he had been so caught up in the "heat of the moment" that he must not have heard me enter. God, why didn't he just lock the door and put a "Back in Five Minutes" sign up!
Around 2AM I went into a 24hr Christy's convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes. The front door was unlocked and the bright fluorescent lights were on but the store was completely deserted. I called out a few times softly but no one appeared.
I noticed that the door to the back room was propped open. I had worked in retail and figured the clerk, having no customers, was out back doing inventory or something and had not heard the bell when I opened the front door so I decided to poke my head in and get his/her attention.
I will never (unfortunately) forget the next few moments. I stepped through the door and there was a dark, small, deserted office to my left. In front of me was a large, open stock room. To my right was a short corridor, about fifteen feet long. At the end of the corridor was a door to an employee bathroom, the door was wide open. On the toilet, with his pants around his ankles, was the store clerk. In one hand, propped open, he was holding what I assume was a pornographic magazine. Even behind a cut I don't want to be too graphic (and I don't really like to think about it) so all I will say was that his other hand was moving in a very quick back and forth motion.
I backed out of the door and walked up to the front counter. I took a pack of cigarettes from behind the counter and left some cash on the counter. As I drove away I realized that he must have deliberately left all the doors wide open figuring he would hear the bell from the front door opening but he had been so caught up in the "heat of the moment" that he must not have heard me enter. God, why didn't he just lock the door and put a "Back in Five Minutes" sign up!