So some moran called me "sweetheart" today

[skygazer]

And he was NOT some nice, doddering old man.

About 4 in the morning in my 24 hour open store. At that time of day, the stocking crew runs the register in between stocking.

So this fucking assclown comes to my aisle (I've noticed this with the type - they look for a woman, assuming that she must be the one checking).

"Hey, Sweetheart," I hear and turn with a quizzical look. "Can you check us out?"

"Okay," I tell him, "First of all, my name's not "Sweetheart." Second of all, I'll call someone for you."

And he says, with a nasty grin, "Thanks, Sweetheart."

I stopped right in my tracks. "Know what?" I snapped, "You can call 'em yourself." and I went back to work.

I need that stupid shit at 4 in the morning. :nuke:

(I found out later that he very nicely asked one of the women in the deli to call a checker. So at least he can be taught. :rofl: )

[amitten]

1. I always reply in kind to nicknames like that.

If someone calls me "hey, sweetheart" or something like that, my answer will always be along the lines of, "No problem, cupcake."

It ALWAYS shuts up the caveman types. They don't know if you're being sarcastic or friendly...}(