During a busy spring season, I was running from one end of the store to the other, bringing cash to registers, doing overrides, putting out fires, and even unlocking propane tanks for customers...
During a busy spring season, I was running from one end of the store to the other, bringing cash to registers, doing overrides, putting out fires, and even unlocking propane tanks for customers. I had walked by the customer service desk at one point, and one of the associates at the desk was calling me over to unlock a propane tank for a customer who had just purchased one. While walking by, I told them I was responding to do an override on one of the outside registers and a line was building, and that I would meet the customer outside to unlock the tank right after. I did the override and then walked over to the cage up front where we kept the tanks locked, and the customer was waiting. I don't know what the customer was told or wasn't told, but from the moment I stepped over to the cage, he started questioning me. Questioning why not only it took so long to unlock the tank, but why I walked by him when the associate asked me to help him, and didn't do anything. I reminded him that I told the associate that I would unlock his tank after I did the override for the customer that I was called to do beforehand. This customer with the tank was even standing at the desk when the associated called me, and when I walked by. I also reminded the customer that was the first call I received about unlocking his tank for him, and it was only about 3-4 minutes from when I walked by the desk to when I arrived at the propane tank cage. It got to the point where I was being pretty much interrogated about skipping by him, and not being responsive, and blah blah blah. I unlocked his tank, and as soon as he gave me the old one, I confirmed he had what he needed, I told him that "You have what you purchased, we're done" and walked away to address another customer. He wasn't done, but I sure was.
While the dude wasn't loud and beligerent, it was the feeling that I was in an interrogation room that was getting under my skin. All over a $20 tank exchange. I had no time to go back and forth with him over pettiness.