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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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Oh I forgot to tell you all, Phil has a new job (you may remember him from previous installments such as Oreo Spider Guy, the Scotch Egg Incident, and the time he recently finally got soft-fired from his job because he just fancied giving away hundreds of pounds of company money to a customer.) He's really focusing on his degree atm, and sometimes gigging, but he figured he probably needed some steady money. And then one day he was in his local vape shop and it finally dawned on him that he's pretty sure he's their only customer, since it is permanently empty, what with it being in a village in the Valleys where the rest of the populace have an average age of about 103 and don't understand what half of the available flavours refer to, much less what vaping is.

However Phil does not know what a 'front' is.

What he DOES know is that he needs an easy job that requires no actual work so he can do his maths in peace ready for his engineering degree, and maybe a vape shop whose entire clientele consists of (a) Phil himself and (b) an overdressed man in a business suit who arrives once a month and leaves with a briefcase can offer him these vital job characteristics. So. He goes in and wanders up to the counter to talk to the odd cashier.

"Hey man," says Phil. "Can I work here? Are there jobs?"

"Um," says the Obvious Front Man. He has a think for a bit.

"Not really?" he says after a while. "There's only one job really, and I do that."

"Oh," says Phil, politely. "Well... can I have your job?"

And the Obvious Front Man says, "Uh... yes. Yes you can, alright."

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Thing is...

I heard this story from Phil. I know what it sounds like. I KNOW what it sounds like, Tumblrs. I know how little I'd believe it, too.

But Phil told us this in passing. This was not a staggeringly weird and surreal tale to him. This was a minor point in his life that meant he could tell us about his maths. It was only with additional questioning that he even CONSIDERED the shop might be a front for organised crime. It was only with additional questioning that he even CONSIDERED how weird it is that he just asked a man if he could have his job, and that man said yes. Phil just doesn't spot these things. The workings of Phil's mind are only outweighed in mystery by the events of Phil's life.

The good news is, he will never notice or remember a single illegal thing about the place, so he's very safe.

#vote for phil

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bellgerent · 3 days

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[ jessica henwick, 27, cis female, she/her] Welcome to Antioch, JASMINE KIM! Local sources report that you’ve been in town for twenty years and are known to be UNDAUNTED yet OBSTINATE. Others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in SATANIC PANIC as a BASS PLAYER, but most know you for your work as a PART-TIME CASHIER at CRAZY 8’S INSTRUMENTS. We’ll see you around town soon!

BASICS.

Character Name: Jasmine Nickname (s): Jazz Face Claim: Jessica Henwick Birthday: November 30th Place of birth: Salem, Oregon, USA Zodiac: Sagittarius MBTI: Chaotic Neutral Moral Alignment: INTP-T Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Bassist at Satanic Panic Place of work: Cashier at the Crazy 8’s Instruments Subplot affiliation: Satanic Panic! 3 positive traits: Undaunted, Faithful, Curious 3 negative traits: Obstinate, Obsessive, Impatient Languages: English Love language: Physical touch

TRIVIA

Her father’s family was originally from Singapore, but moved to America by the whim of meeting his future wife whilst she had been on holiday. The rest is history.

Sports a number of small tattoos, most mean nothing — made after drunken or intoxicated nights. Some mean something too deep for Jasmine to truly think of head-on, but it is what it is.

Has been playing instruments since she was little, and has a secret love for classical music.. Her prized bass guitar was bought for her on her 18th birthday, the first year after her dad died.

BIOGRAPHY

TW parental death

Born in Salem to a Professor of Criminal Justice and a therapist who specialised in hypnotherapy, Jasmine had a pretty vanilla upbringing. With two older brothers, she grew up as a tomboy, preferring to roughhouse over the doll parties the neighbours enjoyed. They weren’t rich by any means, but they made do and would (with economical help from her paternal grandparents) fly abroad to visit family in Singapore by the benevolence of familial bonds. Jasmine was entranced with the two very different worlds she came from, and though it was true that she suffered from a small bout of bullying as a young girl, she largely learned to fight back with the help of her brothers — with bloodied knuckles and scabbed over knees, no one really bothered to fuck with Jasmine Kim. At seven years old her father lost his job, though Jasmine never truly learned why it was apparent that some rogue investment had gone wrong and her father had taken the fall. Though they had lived in Salem for fourteen years as a family, the Kim’s decided to uproot. With their set of particular skills they found work in the small coastal town Jasmine finds herself in today — by eight years old it was as if she had lived there her entire life. Her father never really got over the loss of his job, but with his particular expertise he was directed towards the mysteries of the Vampire of Antioch — his keen sense of research lead him to take a role in trying to work out what happened, which lead him just a step too far into the way of certain mythologies that one would be better to turn away from. Her mother continued to work in hypnotherapy in their small house by the coast, which left little room for privacy all things considered. One brother, named Matthew for their maternal grandfather, failed to truly adjust to the new life that had presented itself. Instead of thriving, he fell deep into a malaise of depression by both the change of scene and perhaps even the terror that lurked beneath. Unsettled by his father’s eagerness to act the detective over such gruesome tales, he takes a leap of faith and lands in Singapore with his paternal grandparents, where he worries for his siblings and mother in equal measure, but has began a journey of his own. Her second brother, James, remained — like his mother, he studied to become a therapist, and by the time he had enough to move out, he joined a practise back in Salem. At seventeen, ten years since their move to the coastal town, black news struck the Kim household. Though he had always been a keen swimmer, her father had gone with some work companions to swim in the sea at night, a far from wise choice considering the circumstances and his wife’s warning of a turn in the weather. Still, he continued — having not returned home, the family feared the worst but yet carried forth as if nothing could’ve been the matter. By midday the police turned up at their door, her mother had been mid-therapy session, her brothers playing soccer out back and Jasmine had been listening to her music in her room. His body had been found washed up beneath the pier, bloated and entangled with the green of the sea. It did not break her, but to manoeuvre the lack of her father around her life was a task that shaped her into who she became. Having always loved music, it’s no surprise that she ended up playing the bassist to the band, Satanic Panic! Strumming the life blood of the music into every performance, it has become something of a sanctuary as every other member of her family left the town in order to escape the ghost of her father. Still, Jasmine takes comfort in the strange malaise of the town, and even managed to hold her life together enough to get a job at Crazy 8’s whilst saving for a place of her own (for the meantime, she shares a small place with like minded vagabonds).

CONNECTIONS

Wanted Connection #1: White Rabbit, Having lived in town since she was seven years old (twenty years, what!), I bet she has a few friends she’s known for a long time. Proper friends, friends who were the comfort to her when she lost her dad or when her brothers skipped town — they have witnessed her transformation from tomboy brat, boyband fanatic and the current phase of doom & gloom. Wanted Connection #2: Fetch The Bolt Cutters, Someone she has never held the time of day for, someone who simply rubbed her up the wrong. By stealing a crush before her very eyes, to picking fights in the playground, she yet can’t weave a diplomatic stance between them. Jasmine is moody, however, and probably did her own share of bullying and harassment back in the day. Wanted Connection #3: First love / first spring, that innocent juvenile crush that never quite blossomed into anything real, a feeling that remained even twenty years hence! Skirting around one another, before drumming up the courage to do something about it at the wrong time and the wrong place.

#chronicletask

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dafuzzz · 2 years

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Sea Witch (2018) - Sarah Henning

Rating: 5/5

(No spoiler review)

Perfect score? You bet your sweet bippy. I did ponder for a while on whether or not it was worth a full 5, but it has been a while since I have read a book (non-vampire) that I loved with such intensity. If finishing a novel is directly followed by a twenty minute dissociation because you don’t know what you would even do to follow such an ending, you know it was good. Lets talk about it!

Sea Witch is one of the few books I grabbed at an actual bookstore instead of my local Goodwill, but I believe it was worth every penny (and the backhanded sass of the cashier who rang me up). Read that again. I’m all for second-hand books, since cheap means more, so that is not something you will hear me say lightly. We all know the tale of The Little Mermaid, but if my words bring up Disney then you have me all wrong. Think dark, original, Hans Christian Anderson type Little Mermaid. Got it? Now rewind to the origins of everyone’s favorite ocean baddie villainess and that is what this novel is hitting on.

We’re talking witchcraft, mermaids, princes, angst, drama, mush, and more that I cannot touch on without dampening the experience for others. I was immediately hit with the same starry-eyed feeling as I had back in the days where I had watched Disney’s animated version for the first time, and that was worth something in itself.

I’m not gonna lie to you, not here in these reviews, so you have to know this book played me like a fiddle. I was all settled in for a comfy ride, and that it was, but the ending twist hit me in the face harder than any kickball from my physical education years could have achieved. This was a rollercoaster and a half of emotions with an ending that left me completely satisfied aside from one question: “There is a sequel?” Now you know already I will be getting to this ASAP, because I can’t get enough of Evie and the crew. What I experienced was a great story of friendship. Packed full of wonderful characters who spewed rich personality, steeped in culture, and tinged with romance, what more could you want from an origin story?

~~~ I highly recommend picking this book up for the fall. Cozy sweater, warm pumpkin spice beverage, and this? Now that is a vibe I can get behind. Also, let me know if you want the bookstore sass story because I am genuinely so confused about it still. ~~~

#sea witch #sarah henning #book review #bookworm #bookaholic #bookaddict #book #book blog #books & libraries #bookblr

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notalwaysright · 2 years

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Don't Sell The Wine If You Can't Commit The Crime

https://notalwaysright.com/?p=259256 Retail is a chaotic environment, especially when you’re understaffed and unexpectedly busy. Two of four registers are open, our manager is handling the delivery from our warehouse, and the other two staff members are sprinting around the busy store trying to fulfil [Popular Delivery App] orders before the drivers show up to collect them. Then, the school kids show up. We’re queued around the store, but a group of them manage to sweet-talk their way to the front of the huge queue with only a handful of items. Some have sweets, a few of them have some fizzy juice, and a couple of them have large glass bottles of [Brand], a totally non-alcoholic grape drink that looks a lot like wine. I scan them through as fast as I can and then call on the next customer. Me: “Next on till one, ple—” Customer: “You just sold those kids alcohol!“ Me: “Wh… Oh… No, that was a bottle of [Brand]; it’s totally non-alcoholic.” Customer: “Nonsense! Those were clearly wine bottles! I demand to speak to your manager!” Attempts at further explanation whilst I desperately page my manager to come up the front just make her angrier and angrier. She demands to know why I didn’t chase them when she “pointed out [my] mistake” and berates me on the strict Scottish licencing laws, as if I don’t already know them. My manager finally appears and tries to calm the woman down. She’s yelling loudly about how she’s going to get me arrested for selling alcohol to minors, spinning tales about how I was probably “in league” with the kids. She goes on and on until the manager gets fed up and demands she leave. Thankfully, she does. A good twenty minutes later, things are finally starting to calm down when we spot a police car pull up outside. That’s not unusual; they sometimes stop in for milk or snacks for the local police station. The officers leave their car, enter the store, and stride right up to my register. Officer #1: “We got a report that a cashier here wilfully sold a minor alcohol. Can we speak to the manager, please?” I sigh audibly and roll my eyes before responding. Me: “We had a crazy woman in here earlier who saw me sell some schoolkids [Brand] drink. She thought it was wine and wouldn’t believe us when we tried to explain it.” Officer #1: “We still need to speak to a manager, and we need to ask you some questions.” I page the manager again and get a quicker response as it’s quieter. He explains the situation the same as I did, but there’s a procedure to follow. I’m walked into our back office by the officers. One goes to speak to my manager and review the CCTV and the other starts asking me questions. Officer #1: “Okay, how many kids were in the group?” Me: “Four, maybe five. They come in as a big group and split up more often than not.” Officer #1: “What alcohol did they buy?” Me: “They didn’t buy any. One member of the group bought a bottle of [Brand] drink, which looks like wine but isn’t wine.” Officer #1: “We have a witness that says you sold them a bottle of wine.” Me: “The witness is wrong; there was no alcohol sale.” Officer #1: “The witness says that you are friends with these kids.” Me: “I am not. They mill about the store, and I see them for a minute tops maybe once a week. They gather in groups, make a lot of noise, and often cause hassle. I just want them out the door as fast as possible.” Officer #1: “What is the name of the person you sold the alcohol to?” Me: “I don’t know any of their names! And I didn’t sell any alcohol to them. I’ve not had a single alcohol sale all day.” The officer narrows his eyes at me and scribbles something down. Officer #1: “You know, you’re looking at a £10,000 fine and three months in prison, right? This would be a lot easier if you just told the truth.” Me: “Wha… But I’ve not done anything!” Officer #1: “Just tell me who you sold it to!” Before I can stammer out a reply, the door opens and [Officer #2] sticks her head in. Officer #2: “I just checked the CCTV and till logs with [Manager]. It was [Brand] drink, not alcohol.” They look over at me and see me shaking, pale, and on the verge of crying. Officer #2: “What the h*** is going on in here?” Officer #1: “I thought he was lying.” Officer #2: “Get out of here, [Officer #1]. Now.” Without a word, [Officer #1] stood and shuffled out of the room. [Officer #2] sat down across from me and did her best to calm me down. My manager stuck his head in and told me to take the rest of the day off. I told him I quit. Source: https://notalwaysright.com/?p=259256

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tilbageidanmark · 5 months

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Movies I watched this Week # 150 (Year 3/Week 46):

We All Loved Each Other So Much, only my second by Ettore Scola (after 'A special day'), a sprawling saga of post-World War II Italian life and politics, dedicated to and with a cameo of Vittorio de Sica. Strangely episodic and focused on friendship and the cinema. At one point he's recreating the shooting of the Fontana di Trevi scene of La Dolce Vita, with both Fellini and Mastroianni re-playing themselves - very uncanny!

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The four times is a wordless, award-winning slow-poem from 2010. Philosophically, it follows the Pythagorean notion about the four transmigrations of the soul, as exemplified in the lives of a human, an animal, a plant and a mineral. Visually, it follows a dying goatherd in a small southern Italian village, who mixes the dust from the local church floor with water to drink as medicine. Just as he dies, a baby goat is being born, then the story turns to a fir tree under which that lost goat had died, and finally into a pile of charcoal. The smoke from the burning coal turns into dust, which is what the old shepherd drank. It’s the cycle of life and death. It's a fragile and contemplative viewing, quiet and spiritual.

The trailer. 9/10.

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“Raise ravens, and they'll gouge your eyes out”…

Raise Ravens (Cría Cuervos) by renown Spanish director Carlos Saura. A mystical psychological drama about painful childhood memories. With the same little actress who starred in ‘The spirit of the beehive’. She watches her dying mother suffering in pain, fantasises about poisoning her father, relives her sad upbringing in a villa with an empty swimming pool in the back. That kind of story.

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"Pi-Kan Pai!"

Another frequent re-watch: Best (?) modern romantic comedy, When Harry met Sally. Sweet Sally (Photo Above) and Woody Allen-lite Harry, the original obnoxious mansplainer, and "human affront to all women". How they fall in love in 12 short years. His deeply cynical misogyny is an unpleasant hindrance, but eventually even he changes, becomes softer, even nice.

With a shout-out to Mallomas, the American version of the Danish flødeboller (קרמבו). Still 10/10.

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L’enfer (Torment), my 7th film by Claude Chabrol, a low-rent version of 'The Shining', about a husband who descends into madness. A paranoiac hotel owner starts suspecting that his wife is cheating on him, and his obsessive jealousy turns this whole story into an ugly, unpleasant trip. 3/10.

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Wikipedia has a list of all movies with 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes and # 6 with the highest number of unanimous reviews (129) is Minding the gap, a 2018 Oscar nominee. The debut documentary from one Bing Liu is the tremendous chronicles of himself and his two blue-collar friends. Three young skaters from Rockford, IL, from their teens until much older and sadder, they look back at their disappointed, broken lives. Rockford, IL, a dying rust belt city with 100% empty streets. 9/10.

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All inclusive, a lovely Danish comedy, made by an all-women team, about a 60-year-old mother and her two adult daughters on a Southern vacation to Malta. The one freewheeling daughter wants her mother to have some fun, so she pays a local bartender to flirt with her. My 3rd film with Danica Curcic. 6/10.

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“Call me” X 2:

🍿 Call me Chihiro is a wistful feel-good slow-cinema fairy tale, about a 29-year-old free spirit in a small seaside Japanese town. She's a former sex worker but now she services as a cashier at a Bento shop. Kind and friendly to anyone she meets, she spreads good will to anyone who crosses her path. Always smiling, but nurturing a sad heart, it's a leisurely-told story that eventually meanders over 2 hours with heartfelt snippets of the various characters she touches, but with no resolutions. 7/10.

It made me realize how purely escapist are the all movies I watch. I am satisfied walking with her at sunset on the docks of this pretty, far away town.

🍿 Re-watch: Luca Guadagnino's sensuous Call Me by Your Name. Beautifully-shot, romantic love story of an upper-class Italian summer. Great acting by two hetero(?) players, and the irritating Jewish father.

You know what things... The incredible one-shot at the plaza.

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Pull my daisy, an experimental "Beat Generation" movie, made by photographer Robert Frank in 1959. Written and narrated by Jack Kerouac, and featuring Allen Ginsburg, Gregory Corso and Delphine Seyrig (!), it's a jazzy, free-form poem with an improvisational Joycean flair. A bohemian group crash a party. Nice!

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Apocalypse Clown, an absurdist apocalyptic Irish slapstick comedy about a troupe of washed out clowns, trying to find meaning after a freak solar flare wipes out electricity in the world. Silly and off-beat. 7/10.

The trailer.

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3 by Mabel Normand, silent screen director and actress:

🍿 Mabel Norman was a major female director and star who collaborated with Mack Sennet, and directed Charlie Chaplin's first films.

Mabel's Strange Predicament was Chaplin's first film where he used the tramp persona and costume. It was 1914, and he was slightly less polished: It was obvious he was a drunk, a lecher, a big tipper, his make up had his mouth in a permanent frown. Her predicament was being locked out of her room wearing pajamas!

🍿 Caught in a Cabaret, another 1914 Chaplin 2-reeler. Here he's a waiter who fakes being the Prime Minister of Greenland. There's also a real giantess, maybe a 6'5 foot extra dancing in the background.

🍿 Mabel's Blunder is a gender-bender comedy, with a secretary being hit by both her boss and his father. This short was added to the National Film Registry.

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Etgar Keret is an absurdist, postmodern Israeli poet. More that 100 of his existentialist plays were adapted to short international movies. I discovered him after reading a painful NYT essay ‘I Feel a Human Deterioration’ about the massacre in Gaza.

Wristcutters: A Love Story, based on a story of his, was a bizarre black-comedy experiment about the after-life station where people who had committed suicide find themselves. It opens with a tremendous surprising suicide, but all of its young actors are especially un-charismatic, the directing by some Croatian dude is distinctively mediocre, and even Tom Waits cannot save it. 4/10

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David Cross's 2021 stand-up I'm from the future opens with a stark and powerful story, a woman’s journey to, and experience in, the gas chamber in Auschwitz. It's an angry, scathing criticism of right wing ideology, delivered remorselessly and without pity. 6/10.

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Edgar Wright directed a fake trailer for a fictitious 1970’s exploitation horror film called Don’t. It was included in Tarantino & Rodriguez’s ‘Grindhouse’.

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Oh, how I hated Scorsese’s cult comedy After Hours! The appalling, affected yuppy character, the typecasted Soho artists, the unfunny twists and turns of the journey to ‘get back home’. 1/10.

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(My complete movie list is here)

#movies

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seekdevotion · 6 months

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* 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 : good to see you 'round these devo parts, abilene louetta merrick. please submit your account within twenty - four hours. alisha boe is now taken !

── ( alisha boe. demi woman, she/they. ) recently seen standing in the middle of an imax aisle – eyes wide and wondrous as gaze falls upon no other but mike myers as THE cat in the hat, 20 year anniversary back - to - back filming all weekend long; hair full of popcorn from disgruntled movie - goers, arm tugged at by security – but, wait, how do they clean up all that GOO? – tripping over one's own feet to chance a second look as escorted out at specterscope cinemas: enter ABILENE LOUETTA HENRY MERRICK. twenty six years old & a taurus, usually observed in trousers several sizes too large, belt comically looped over and under and over again, hem always snagging at the heels of mud - caked boots, distressed from years of exposure to salt - laced air, and an old nightgown, lace tarnished and stained, tucked haphazardly beneath band; wrinkled despite the amount of hand smoothing over and under and over again, obscured by a sweater more patchwork than wool, more home than cloth ; abby is a devotion local known within their circle as WONDROUS + CLEMENT, a perpetual hum of white rabbit by jefferson airplane on salted mouth. something of the SHAMBOLIC + DÉMODÉ follows, regardless … something to do with wanting to press hands up against massive tv screen – how'd they get the image so clear? – modern technology lost only to self, perhaps ? strange, what a HUMAN can get up to. they’ve been heard waxing lyrical about a dream they had recently, a strange tale of descending a never - ending well, cobblestone no longer of dirt and moss, but tissue and sinew, ligament and tendon – living, breathing; alice becometh wonderland, and wonderland reaping what has been sown . pay no mind to fanciful star - gazing, though: rather, mind the tangible. focus on body and mind split apart from one another; feet firm against breathing soil acting as mortal anchor, and mind still cast upon never - setting moons and trees of weeping bark; here, there, and everywhere, anywhere at once / coming back to a home half - sunken, earth reclaiming wood that was once its own; only remnants a collection of dust and a bedroom no one could bare to change; one part of the rotted wood, now – no choice but to lay in bed made / solace found in low - tide waters; only bearable through misplaced nostalgia – what right do you have to mourn a life abandoned? – comfort in a paddle that keeps hitting pond bottom scum, netted fish one's only companionship . / committed to legend by james, 24, they/them, est. n/a.

*barkeep at the whalers & cashier at flagship records

#accepted.#Nothing cld go wrong today in fact i can leave this earth happily now-[sniped for the dramatics we get it ur gay-] [sniped again]

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pippinsunderstudy · 3 years

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A customer interaction I had recently as LOTR:

Gimli: You know- you’re really starting to tick me off!

Legolas:

Gimli: If your eyes weren’t so pretty I would be really upset right now.

Legolas (monotone): *hands him receipt*...Have a good day.

#lord of the rings #lotr #lotr shitpost #gimli son of gloin #lotr gimli #legolas #i hate working #customer service #tales from your local cashier

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femme-witch · 3 years

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Boy do I have a story for you guys

We all have that one weird customer story. This is mine. It is 100% true, no embellishments. I wish it was fake, but alas.

I work at a children's retail store. The pay is borderline slavery wages, but ya girl needs money. The vast majority of customers are sweet people, but the others... They're a post for a different day.

So one day this normal looking, middle aged lady walks in. My manager and I are folding clothes, when all of a sudden she looks up at me, pure terror in her eyes. I mean, it looked like she was having a Vietnam flashback. I, having not yet lost all faith in humanity, am intrigued. As soon as the lady is out of earshot, I ask my manager to explain.

Turns out, this lady is a regular customer. She comes into the store not to shop for her children, grandchildren, niblings, or godchildren. No, she shops for herself. And not neutral items that are just smaller versions of adult clothes. Full on sparkly unicorn t-shirts.

And this was not a petite woman. She would buy the biggest size we carry, 16, and cram herself into it. This night, she walked out empty handed. But it would not be the last I saw of her.

Flash forward a month or so. Amid back to school and other bullshitery, I've completely forgotten about crazy lady. My journey to clock in takes me right past the fitting rooms. A newer manager is there "helping" the customer...

Crazy lady wanted to know if she looked okay in her sparkly unicorn shirt. My manager, unsure what to say, nodded, a look of deep confusion in her eyes. Pleased with her superb taste, she brings the shirt up front to buy it.

We learn that she's petitioned every children's store in the mall to start carrying size eighteen clothes so that she specifically can buy them. She has several nieces and nephews, but they don't talk to her anymore (I wonder why). She has a teaching job (???????).

It has been several weeks since I last saw crazy lady. I have many questions that are unlikely to be answered. Is it some kind of perversion? Does she need mental health assistance? She now lives in my head rent free. At any time, she could come back in... Please send help.

#retail #customer service #tales from your local cashier #story time #wtf is happening #please help #teenagers #minimum wage #first job #relatable

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briefskyonresearch · 4 years

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You can't expect something to happen if there's nothing to be done...

I'm getting sick of people who come into store and demand an item which we don't have. What's worse is they make it YOUR fault it's not available instead of realising that we're in the middle of a pandemic right now and some manufactures are working at half their normal pace in order to keep everyone safe. Therefore they're not pumping out as much product as before.

The entitlement is getting old people...

#retail nightmares #retail hell #retail #tales from your local cashier #cashier stories #cashier problems #cashier life #cashier rants

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morriplaysbad · 3 years

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Ever. Single. Time.

#cashier tales #cashier stories #cashiers of tumblr #cashier problems #tales from your local cashier

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imperial-guard1776 · 3 years

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"You're too generous, my lord"💵

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heyitsjaxx · 3 years

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My aunt owns a store in one of our small towns. I was staying with her this past autumn and was working as a part time cashier. This guy walks up to me and this is how it went.

Me: Hey! How can I help you?

Guy: *hands me this ginormous heavily used sonic cup* Unsweet tea, lots of ice.

Me: Uh ok

*fills cup and hands it back*

Him: More

Me: W-What

Him:

Ice

#funny content #relatable #tales from your local cashier #humor

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ladybennison · 4 years

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To all you assholes who dont want to wear a mask and yell at retail employees who tell them to wear it,

We dont give a shit if its "uncomfortable." we wear our masks for 8 hours, you can wear yours for 10 minutes

#coronavirus #covid 19 #tales from your local cashier #retail #coronavirus mask

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death-of-a-sales-associate · 6 years

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Please do not purposely ignore me or roll your eyes when I’m checking on you or asking if you need assistance because it’s my job and it won’t kill you to smile and say “I’m fine, thanks” and/or “just looking, thanks.”

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