Do You Have An ATM?
"Hi, is there an ATM in here?"
"Right behind you," I say for the hundredth time.
"Oh, hello," the customer says as they turn to see the big, tall, glowing ATM machine right in front of their face.
This happens five more times that day. Because people are completely insane. Is it ignorance? Laziness? The inability to find something that's right in front of them? Every single day, some schmoe -- maybe a schmoe who just walked in, maybe a schmoe who has been in the store for hours -- will ask, "Where's your ATM?"
I don't even waste my breath anymore. I just point. Right there. Right where you were just standing, staring at this mysterious shiny thing with buttons and big block letters spelling out "ATM" while you scratched yourself thinking, Gee, I wonder what that stands for. Oh well, I need to ask this girl to find me a money box.
I mean it. All day, every day.
"Do you have an ATM?"
"Hi, where is your ATM?"
"I was told you have an ATM but I can't find it."
"Howzit, I lookin for da kine."
It's right there, RIGHT THERE, you just looked at it two seconds ago! There is a sign, a big glowing sign that says ATM. The sign glows, IT GLOWS! You have to be completely vacant to simply not see such a thing.
But in ten minutes -- just watch -- someone will ask me again.
"Hi, is there an ATM in here?"
"Right behind you," I say for the hundredth time.
"Oh, hello," the customer says as they turn to see the big, tall, glowing ATM machine right in front of their face.
This happens five more times that day. Because people are completely insane. Is it ignorance? Laziness? The inability to find something that's right in front of them? Every single day, some schmoe -- maybe a schmoe who just walked in, maybe a schmoe who has been in the store for hours -- will ask, "Where's your ATM?"
I don't even waste my breath anymore. I just point. Right there. Right where you were just standing, staring at this mysterious shiny thing with buttons and big block letters spelling out "ATM" while you scratched yourself thinking, Gee, I wonder what that stands for. Oh well, I need to ask this girl to find me a money box.
I mean it. All day, every day.
"Do you have an ATM?"
"Hi, where is your ATM?"
"I was told you have an ATM but I can't find it."
"Howzit, I lookin for da kine."
It's right there, RIGHT THERE, you just looked at it two seconds ago! There is a sign, a big glowing sign that says ATM. The sign glows, IT GLOWS! You have to be completely vacant to simply not see such a thing.
But in ten minutes -- just watch -- someone will ask me again.
- Location:Almost in the bath
- Mood:
groggy - Music:Beatles: "I've Just Seen A Face"

Comments
"Excuse me... hi, how much is this sweater?"
-sales rep points to HUGE RED SIGN-
"Oh my god. I'm blind. Thank you."
If dey wen put "Da Kine" on da kine, den no mo' need ask, yeah?
Oh. Wait. I nearly forgot. It's absolute anathema for people to actually read here. Even, apparently, in a bookstore.
I guess people who come from different places just have different priorities. Here, sitting and reading, learning to spell and speak clearly, is not such a big deal. Literacy is overrated when there are rippin' sets on the North Shore to be had.
My best moment like that was when I was working in the Odeon. A lady strolls in and asks for tickets, then hands over some Cineworld vouchers.
"I'm sorry, we can't except these. They are only valid at Cineworld."
"But this is Cineworld."
Bearing in mind behind me is a MASSIVE Hollywood-esc sign that says ODEON AYLESBURY.
"Um... this is an Odeon."
"No it's not!"
At this point I'm getting a little scared, because I don't know how to argue back something like this when it's so obvious.
"Urm... it is." I point to the sign behind me.
"No it's not! This is Cineworld!" She's actually getting angry at me for doubting her.
I try to point at the endless logos painted around the massive foyer. The name is on every door, every wall, on my t-shirt, on the posters... pretty much everywhere you look you can read Odeon.
"Don't patronise me, this is a Cineworld!"
In the end I got the manager to come down. I've never known someone so eager to get free tickets to a film they will actually try to warp reality.
The crazies just keep a-coming!
wouldn't that be weird?
To just talk to you any excuse is good enough. *grin*
Happy hunting.
MWA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!
What WOULD you do without me!
And diabolical. Natch.
Humans just live inside their own brains usually, particularly the types that shop our kinds of stores. Gotta luv 'em!!
"Where's the ship?" may become my new "oh duh" phrase.
this is my life in a nutshell. and apparently the lives of all of your customers. we are idiots in idiot suits. for sure.
You no idiot. You honeybee.
What's worse is when you answer the phone, "Anywheresville Library" and the person says "Hi, is this the Anywheresville Library?" It kinda makes me want to hang up on them.
And yes, I get that all the time. "Jelly's, how may I help you?"
"Is this Jelly's?"
"Omigod, I dunno! Is it?"