I swear, it's like those starfishs go out of their way to push the shopping carts away from the store. I've found them on the side of the road, and we have a big parking lot. They also leave full shopping carts of refrigerated items in a dark place where they're not found for hours. By the time we find it, we have $50-$100 in damages.
They take items from here and set them over there. They choose to explode their bowels in our humble facilities. I'll never understand why someone comes to Dollar General to take a mondo stuff. I kid you not, we had stuff four feet up on the wall once. They throw a kajillion coupons at us and get pissy when one of them doesn't scan. Of course, we have to call a manager to get an override for 10¢ off a can of green beans. They ask us the whereabouts of some obvious item and expect us to drop our handful of 500 boxes to fetch it for them. When we retrieve the item, they want more and in a different color. We, of course, go back to get it while they do not follow.
They look at my Dollar General nametag and say something like, "'Scuse me young man, do you work here?" They stand in the entrance of the store conversing while I'm standing outside in the freezing rain trying to push 15 metal shopping carts inside. They always pick the one item we're our of and make us go on a quest to find more "in the back." When we come back ten minutes later sweating and out of breath to tell them we're really out, they refuse to believe it and command that we keep looking. They knock a fifty pound jar of pickles off an eight feet shelf and walk away.
The old women piss in the floor which means I get to mop it up. The kids puke in the floor which means I get to push puke around with a mop because it's too thick to mop up. They push milk off the back of the shelf which means I get to freeze my balls off mopping up milk in a cramped 35 degree labyrinth of a freezer.
I'll think of more.
