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When I was on shift there would be nothing in those drawers at all, either cause I’d put out the stock for the next day or I’d move it behind the main counter away from public grabby hands.
Two for one, made it easier for day staff (usually was me anyway) and stopped the customer from being a rude word.
Also I had my own nickname for the customer I had but you get Weird Cookie Guy lol
↓ Transcript
Time has passed and it's another Friday evening shift as the mood changes back to the deep blues under the eerie green florescent lightbulbs.
Ash is looking calm as he carries a medium sized cardboard box in his hands, where he catches a glimpse of the elderly customer
Ash's internal monologue: This ignorant man keeps coming back every Friday evening I work; forever refusing (or unable) to accept that putting your hands into food will ruin said food for everyone!
I know it's avoiding the issue of telling him to "go away" but I'm getting creative in trying to discourage him!
The customer proceeds to rummage around in the storage under the cake fixture as usual.
Ash: Mainly I've started moving the boxes out of the cupboards specifically on Friday nights.
Ash's expressions changes from neutral to his eyes filling with bright fire as he erupts into a pleased grin.
The customer continues his search, leaning deep into the drawer and looking almost panicked.
Ash: Yeah it's petty but there's something satisfying in teaching him a lesson! Seeing him put so much effort into trying to find stuff in the cupboards AND FAIL
Ash reveals he has stacked the entire boxed supply of cookies on the counter behind him, where he clasps his hands in mischievous delight as DUN DUN DUUUN circles him.
The customer staggers away grumbling loudly, hands devoid of any cookies yet failing to contaminate anything.
Ash is looking calm as he carries a medium sized cardboard box in his hands, where he catches a glimpse of the elderly customer
Ash's internal monologue: This ignorant man keeps coming back every Friday evening I work; forever refusing (or unable) to accept that putting your hands into food will ruin said food for everyone!
I know it's avoiding the issue of telling him to "go away" but I'm getting creative in trying to discourage him!
The customer proceeds to rummage around in the storage under the cake fixture as usual.
Ash: Mainly I've started moving the boxes out of the cupboards specifically on Friday nights.
Ash's expressions changes from neutral to his eyes filling with bright fire as he erupts into a pleased grin.
The customer continues his search, leaning deep into the drawer and looking almost panicked.
Ash: Yeah it's petty but there's something satisfying in teaching him a lesson! Seeing him put so much effort into trying to find stuff in the cupboards AND FAIL
Ash reveals he has stacked the entire boxed supply of cookies on the counter behind him, where he clasps his hands in mischievous delight as DUN DUN DUUUN circles him.
The customer staggers away grumbling loudly, hands devoid of any cookies yet failing to contaminate anything.