my words are falling apart in spite of me
May. 20th, 2017 10:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
umbreonicshit I've had to put up with while volunteering for charity shops:
- hey lady you can't charge into the staff area to dump your donation, it's off limits to customers "WELL FUCK YOU THEN" *storms off in a tantrum*
- "hey do you have *insert random item here* in the shop??" you do realise this is a charity shop, where everything is donated right? (this has included shit like bag straps, baby slings and video tape players. okay, sometimes we do get random obscure shit but it's rare we even put those out) "can you look through the back for me?" can you not
- "my friend donated a baby doll in here a week or so ago" yeah and? "do you have a male baby doll in stock somewhere?" well if it ain't on the shop floor and it ain't waiting to go out back then its not ready "I can't believe this" we have a veritable fuckton of donations out back. feel free to sift through the hundreds of bags just because you didn't think to ask your friend to keep the baby doll for you.
