hopstar1
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I just had this hambeast in the shop looking for "Pinty the Elder" because she read about it somewhere and wanted to buy it for her son as a Christmas gift. People who don't drink coming in for PtE (or Abyss, Bourbon County, or whatever the hype of the day is) isn't really annoying, it's just expected at this point.
Hambeast (HB for short): "Why does this sign say Limit 1 per person?"
Me: "Well, it's an incredibly popular beer, and we want to spread our small monthly allocation out to as many of our customers as possible." (At this point I should mention that I've never seen this woman before. I don't claim to recognize all of our customers, but after 9 years I've got a pretty good sense for the people who shop here at least occasionally, and I got the impression she'd never set foot in here before)
HB: "Are you sure you won't make an exception and sell me 6 bottles? I really want to give them to my son for Christmas, and it seems silly to only get him 1 bottle."
Me: "I'm sorry Ma'am, but I can't make exceptions like that (especially when you asked in front of half a dozen other people), and on top of that I really wouldn't suggest saving this until Christmas. The brewer is very concerned about freshness, and saving this beer for 2 months wouldn't really be doing it justice."
HB (now getting red in the face): "You mean I drove 40 minutes across town and all you'll sell me is 1 bottle? DON'T YOU WANT MY BUSINESS???"
Me: "Ma'am, this beer came in on Tuesday, and we've already sold 2/3 of our allotment. If we didn't have a 1 bottle limit or if we made exceptions like you've asked me to do, we would have sold out by now and you would have driven across town for nothing. You are welcome to return tomorrow for another bottle, and you're welcome to try your luck on Sunday morning, but I'm not selling you more than one bottle today."
HB: "This is ********! I'm going to buy this bottle, and then I'm never coming back to this ****ing ******** store or dealing with your ****ing shitty customer service again!!!"
Me: "Actually ma'am, I don't appreciate being sworn at, so now I'm not not even going to sell you that bottle, and I ask that you leave the building now."
HB: "YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE OWNER!!!"
Me: "Sorry, the owner is out of town until Tuesday, but I'll write her name on the back of one of our cards, and you're welcome to call her next week if you'd like. That said, I've been here for 9 years, and I can almost guarantee that she'll back me on this decision once I tell her how rude and vulgar you were."
HB (stomping towards the door) "**** YOU AND **** THIS SHITTY STORE! I'M GOING TO CALL THE BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU!!!"
At that point I couldn't control it any longer and I started laughing at her, and so did a couple of our regulars. That pissed her off even more, and she was so red in the face that I thought she might have an aneurysm on the way home.
tl;dr: I got to refuse service to a rude ***** of a woman, and now she has to go somewhere else for her bottles of Pint the Elder.
Hambeast (HB for short): "Why does this sign say Limit 1 per person?"
Me: "Well, it's an incredibly popular beer, and we want to spread our small monthly allocation out to as many of our customers as possible." (At this point I should mention that I've never seen this woman before. I don't claim to recognize all of our customers, but after 9 years I've got a pretty good sense for the people who shop here at least occasionally, and I got the impression she'd never set foot in here before)
HB: "Are you sure you won't make an exception and sell me 6 bottles? I really want to give them to my son for Christmas, and it seems silly to only get him 1 bottle."
Me: "I'm sorry Ma'am, but I can't make exceptions like that (especially when you asked in front of half a dozen other people), and on top of that I really wouldn't suggest saving this until Christmas. The brewer is very concerned about freshness, and saving this beer for 2 months wouldn't really be doing it justice."
HB (now getting red in the face): "You mean I drove 40 minutes across town and all you'll sell me is 1 bottle? DON'T YOU WANT MY BUSINESS???"
Me: "Ma'am, this beer came in on Tuesday, and we've already sold 2/3 of our allotment. If we didn't have a 1 bottle limit or if we made exceptions like you've asked me to do, we would have sold out by now and you would have driven across town for nothing. You are welcome to return tomorrow for another bottle, and you're welcome to try your luck on Sunday morning, but I'm not selling you more than one bottle today."
HB: "This is ********! I'm going to buy this bottle, and then I'm never coming back to this ****ing ******** store or dealing with your ****ing shitty customer service again!!!"
Me: "Actually ma'am, I don't appreciate being sworn at, so now I'm not not even going to sell you that bottle, and I ask that you leave the building now."
HB: "YOU CAN'T TREAT ME LIKE THIS! I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE OWNER!!!"
Me: "Sorry, the owner is out of town until Tuesday, but I'll write her name on the back of one of our cards, and you're welcome to call her next week if you'd like. That said, I've been here for 9 years, and I can almost guarantee that she'll back me on this decision once I tell her how rude and vulgar you were."
HB (stomping towards the door) "**** YOU AND **** THIS SHITTY STORE! I'M GOING TO CALL THE BETTER BUSINESS BUREAU!!!"
At that point I couldn't control it any longer and I started laughing at her, and so did a couple of our regulars. That pissed her off even more, and she was so red in the face that I thought she might have an aneurysm on the way home.
tl;dr: I got to refuse service to a rude ***** of a woman, and now she has to go somewhere else for her bottles of Pint the Elder.