At night, a female customer came into the store to buy medicine with two pet dogs wearing children's clothes.
The dog leash was busy alternating in her hands, for fear that the puppy would get tangled up and almost delay her walking.
"Please don't come in, cute puppy."
I reminded her gently as I helped her lift the curtain.
"Pets are not allowed? Then we won't buy medicine!"
The woman said forcefully.
"Then come in!" I quickly compromised.
When the woman was going back and forth in the store to choose medicine, two puppies were playing wildly. The dog leash got entangled in the flower pot, and a bouquet of flowers had fallen between the claws of the two puppies.
When I reached out to rescue Hua Ye, I didn't know which one bit my finger. Fortunately, it wasn't too serious.
The woman paid the money, picked up the medicine, and walked away with the puppy without any apology.
I opened a bottle of iodine and washed the red and swollen wound, but it was fine.
After a while, another male customer came in. He was in his fifties, bloated and slow in movement.
"My knee hurts, what plaster should I use?"
I gave him Zhuifeng Cream .
"How much?"
"Eleven yuan."
"Eleven yuan? Too expensive! Just a few yuan for analgesic cream ."
I took a box of Shangshi analgesic with a price of three yuan. Anoint him.
He took it over and read the instructions on the box.
"Three yuan?"
"Yes, three yuan!"
"Swipe your card!"
I thought it was a medical insurance card, but it was a credit card.
I thought to myself: How many dollars does it cost to pay for a credit card?
"Can't swipe? Then forget it, just pay cash."
He seemed a little embarrassed. He found a crumpled three yuan from his pocket and put it on the bar.
"You put it on for me, it's been hurting for a long time."
said as he sat on the chair next to him and lifted up his pants, revealing his fat knees like cow's legs.
I tore off the plaster and quickly applied it to him.
"It's better this time. It won't hurt in a few days. It doesn't need to be too good, just a few yuan will work."
Before leaving the house, I handed him a mask.
"I'll give you a mask."
The man took the mask and looked at it back and forth, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
"What kind of mask is this? Why don't you send a good one?"
"Okay?"
"Yes, the white one that costs three yuan, what is the 95th Five-Year Plan?"
"The white one that costs three yuan? N Nine-five? "
" Yes, you want to give it away, why don't you give it away? "
His look of disdain and contempt made me regret giving it to him, and it was hard to say anything.
"This is a medical mask, of good quality."
I explained.
"What kind of medical masks, they cost 50 cents each, and the good quality ones are white and 95 cents."
"..."
I hesitated for a moment, as if I had done something wrong.
"Then... how about..."
I wanted to take back the mask.
But the man folded the mask and put it in his pocket, his face turned red.
"I'm giving this mask away!"
After saying that, he raised the curtain and walked out, disappearing into the night.
"Why is this person like this?! Who is this?!"
I complained loudly to my wife in the back room.
"You shouldn't have given it to him!"
My wife already understood what happened.
"I still think the gift is worthless!"
"Do you remember the last time you gave a mask and someone asked for alcohol?"
"This kind of person is so shameless!"
"You shouldn't give it to him."
"I will give it to him. "
" That's much better than a puppy, at least it didn't hurt you? "
" Same!..."
...
suddenly remembered the previous times. At that time, an old lady blamed me for giving her too few things and asked me to give her an extra pack of masks.
There was also a middle-aged woman who asked me to send another bottle of alcohol.
There was also an aunt in her sixties who took a box of band-aids from the shelf and stumbled out of my drugstore without waiting for my reply, and she has never been back since.
I remember a few years ago when I was working in a drugstore, the aunties went on stage to grab gifts.
I also remembered the embarrassing incident when a tall old lady led a group of old ladies to chase me for gifts when I opened a flower shop, causing me to "escape" in embarrassment between the second and third floors...
I thought to myself :Are the gifts too cheap or the gift-giving system unscientific? Or are customers too greedy?
Of course, I have also met noble people who refuse gifts because they are worried that their personality will be underestimated by accepting gifts.
Alas... The world is full of wonders, and the service industry is an indomitable alchemy furnace. Only by keeping your head down today can you hold your head high tomorrow.
