When I first started, I was pushing carts. Depot has a contractor pickup area where contractors can park. Because the store is located in a busy shopping mall, the road goes around the contractors pickup. Many lazy mall shoppers like to zoom through the contractor parking instead of going around. Numerous employees and customers have almost been hit. For a short time there was a cop who would just park and watch. He filled his ticket quota for the month in 1 day. Anyway, at night I started lining up the big lumber carts vertically across the contractor pickup so no one could cut through after hours. I did this for a week. Well eventually some idiot didn't notice they were there and in the middle of the night drove his car right into the line of lumber carts and damaged his car. He came to the store demanding we pay for the damage. Police were called, and the customer was arrested and was given tickets for traffic violations.
Also, on Sunday's, the store closes at 7. So one Sunday in the summer, it is 6:55 and I am lining the carts up. I had it 3/4 blocked off when a woman drived up honking her horn. She rolls down the window. Before she said anything I told her the store closed at 7. I grab the carts and walk away. She beeps again.
Her: Aren't you gonna move these carts?
Me: No, we are closed.
Her: Well how the hell am I suppose to get through.
Me: If you followed the road like you were suppose to, you would have went around the carts and been on your way.
Her: Well I'm not from this area and didn't know how the road worked. Now move these carts so I can get out.
now I'm thinking it doesn't take a genius and regardless where you are from, you follow the black road with the yellow line, not cut through a store pickup area to save 2 tenths of a second. I looked at her license plate and saw "Georgia".
Me: Welcome to New York bitch.
I pushed the remaining carts inside and punched out. She backed her car up and followed the road and magically, she drove away! Imagine that.
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Working in tools is fun because people do anything to try to steal tools. So I notice a guy walking around with a $200 dewalt drill. He goes back to the secluded insulation asile. He gets the box open and stuffs the drill down his pants. He makes his way to the front of the store and tries to walk out the door. Now the drill was an 18volt drill so it was pretty big. He was walking like he had a hose up his butt. I then politely asked him if he needed any help as he was trying to walk. He said "no i found everything I need". I say "is that a drill in your pants or are you just happy to see me". He then started yelling saying "how dare you accuse me of shoplifting" etc. By this time the manager came down and the guy tried running out. The manager (a former cop), tackled him down from behind and got him in a nice arm submission as he dragged him to the back office.
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Working in garden I got a call to the register. I go up and the cashier starts talking.
"This gentleman wants this tractor cart for $0.01 because that is what the sticker says"
Note this is a $200 tractor cart. They were free when purchased with a Murray tractor. They aren't sold seperately, but were given a $0.01 price tag as it had to be kept in the inventory system. The guy was about 60+ and was arguring that the customer is always right and we should honor the price. I then informed him that all of these carts are boxed inside the tractor crate. The cart he had was the display model that was physically attached to the tractor. The cart also had a big orange sign that said "Get me free with the purchase of any new Murray Tractor". I then went back to the display, grabbed the disgarded sign, and showed the customer. He frowned. I asked if he wanted to buy the tractor. He said no. So I wheeled the cart back to the display and the old man went on his way.
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Every summer, Tony Stewart races dirt modified cars up at a local race track. The car is sponsered by GE Silicone II. The car was going to be at the store for the afternoon. I was the only person skinny enough to fit inside the window while it was in the trailer so I got to drive it out of the trailer which was awesome. At the end of the day, one of the department managers was getting all buddy buddy with the guy at the car booth. Somehow he convinced him to let him drive the dirt car in the parking lot. Well the manager drove it, and sidesiped a curb putting a nice dent in the car.
When the car came back at the end of the summer a new person was with the car. So I asked what happened to the other guy. "Oh he got fired for letting some schmuck drive the car"
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Pressure washers are awesome. Teaching the pressure washing clinic is fun because I get a free car wash. But some people shouldn't use them. A woman after taking part in my class purchased a 2400 psi pressure washer. She came back the following weekend with her foot all wrapped up, on crutches wanting to speak to a manager. My name gets called. Turns out the broad was powerwashing her deck wearing sandals. She was using the high pressure tip. Her feet got dirty with residue from the deck. She decided to rinse them off, and broke a few toes in the process.
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Another return story. Elderly woman wanted to return a minifridge. Manager asked the problem. Woman said the light would go out when she shut the door. Manager explained that that was an energy saving feature. He showed her the little stiwch at the top of the door and explained that the light will come on when the door is opened. The poor old woman turned red and was so embarassed. We helped load the fridge back in her husbands truck and they were on their way.
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When there was the huge SARS outbreak in asia, our store was bombarded with asians buying all our dustmasks. Well because of this, I bumped up all our orders. I guess every other store in the district had the same idea because the dustmasks were backordered for a month. EVERY DAY we had one asian gentleman whom we nicknamed "Dustmas". He would either call or walk in EVERY DAY for a month asking "where is dusmask" (picture Khan from King of the Hill). And every day we would have to explain what happened and they wouldn't be here for a month. End of the month we get tons of dust masks, and I see Dusmas. I told him I had cases of dustmasks for him. He turns and tells me "Sars outbreak over, don't need dusmas". I ordered 4 extra cases for this tard and now he doesn't need them. I think those dust masks lasted a year before I had to reorder.
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A few months after 9/11, the View or 20/20 or someone else did a story on terrorists and how you NEED plastic sheeting and duct tape to protect your house. The day after we got trampled for plastic sheeting and duct tape. So I set up a endcap of plastic and duct tape. And I basically spent the next week flying through it as quick as I can order it. It was kinda of dishearting because people are like "What is the difference between 2mil and 6 min" and I kind had to explain that you needed to not only cover windows, but also cover electrical outlets. And it got to the point where I began telling people not to bother buying the stuff because your house naturally breathes and you wouldn't be able to properly seal it with the plastic and duct tape. I had to inform them that if they actually did it correctly, they only had a day or 2 of breathable air in their house and if a chemical attack did happen, you would be dead anyway. I felt bad. Eventually corporate sent a memo to every store saying not to encourage the sale of duct tape and plastic and to take down any wingstacks or endcaps set up to promote it. The fad died down. My parents still have boxes of plastic and duct tape in their basement.
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One guy I use to work in the lot with, would spend his lunch drinking and sleeping in his truck. one day he took his lunch at 11. The dept manager came outside asking where Dave was. I said check his car. 2pm, we go over to Dave's van. He is sleeping with a can of budweiser in his hand. We both laughed and just left him. Dave use to work in the flooring department. When we cut/sell carpet, it is written in square yards. Dave was writing everything in square feet so a ton of customers were mischarged and compalined about him. Dumb Dave was demoted to the lot. Dave's last day was when him and myself were outside the entrance greeting customers. A woman walked inside and Dave said "damn, look at the tits on her". She heard this. And continued inside. Turned out it was the district manager. Needless to day, Dave no longer works for Home Depot.
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