Hence why I probably should've done it at the door. I shouldn't have second-guessed letting them go.Darth Wong wrote:True. For a while at the local Wal-Mart, they used to ask EVERYBODY for their receipts at the door. But having an employee chase you out to your car is going to raise an eyebrow, like it or not.Steve wrote:I know that an apology doesn't make a wrong or perceived wrong go away, but isn't it supposed to alleviate it?
If I had asked them at the door it probably would've been better.
And they do that at my Wal-Mart too, but they don't do it to me because I shop there a lot and they know me by face.
And if there is lasting repercussions, I'll just wait until my 21st birthday in August, then go get plastered.If there's no lasting repercussions, don't worry about it and take it as a learning experience.
Well, I'll be honest, my greatest fear at work is not related to this incident. No, my fear is this:
I'm, well, a big guy, as my normal screenname says. I stand at 6'5"+ (DL says 6'7" but I think the measurer at the Driver's License Bureau was mislabeled or placed shorter to the ground than it should've been) with a large profile. Now, at least once a week, I close, and even with DST now in effect, it's dark by eight thirty. Even with the parking lot lights on it can be pretty dark, especially in the shadows of the trees we have planted around the lot. And on at least two occasions (including once tonight) I have stepped up to a group of ladies doing late-shopping and scared them just by approaching, because they don't notice my name tag.
So my fear is that one of these nights, I'm going to get a face full of mace or pepper spray!