Why Are People Stupid?

I love my job. I really do. This is the first job I've actually stuck with and unless I somehow become famous over the internet, I'll probably keep this job as long as I can. 

However, it's retail. 

The one drawback to working retail is meeting the most retarded people in the world. Yes, I used the word "Retarded". I've worked with people with mental disabilities. They actually function better than most normal people I've met. Stupid customers who lose their shit over expired coupons are a whole different animal. If you start yelling and swearing at the associates because we don't have your one item in stock, congrats, you're a retard. You deserve the title.

"Oh, you were looking for that thing but we don't have it? Let me just go in the back to the time machine we keep in the bathroom and travel back 2 days earlier. I'll notify the person that bought the last thing they can't have it because someone much more important and easily angered needs it a lot more."

Here's an example of the stupidity I need to deal with. This actually happened last night.

So every couple of months we get new products and have to update the store. The store is closed. I'm with the team rearranging and whatnot and then....

I absolutely LOVE these people. You see that little square I drew on the door? That's my depicting of the goddamn sign that tells you the hours we're open. Despite this wondrous little invention, people will still tug on the doors baffled as to why they were denied access the proceed to knock to be let in.

No. No you can't come in. We've been nice in the past for the customer running in for "that one thing", but people take advantage of that and spend 30 minutes wandering. Our shift hours are strict. When our shift ends we have to go home or we eat into someone else's shift.

Anyway, this retard is like-

The team, including my manager, overheard what I said. And they cracked up.

I'm told I'm a blunt person. Sometimes in the factory that is my brain, the thought skips the sugar coating process and goes straight to delivery.

It got even more awkward. I stepped away to focus on moving stuff around when....

She really had the balls to knock again.

And I walked away. I just- I don't even... I didn't know what else to tell her. Well, I did have other things to tell her but that would have been rude. I might not have the sugar coating process, but I do have an inspector at the end of line that keeps the real bad shit from going through.

Lady, those coupons were good for like 2 months. You had all that time to use them.

We usually take coupons that are like a day or two early/late, because pffs whatevs, we all make mistakes and it's pretty fine print, but I wasn't about to hold a conversation with a retard through a locked door. The exchange went on long enough as it was.

I made sure to walk to the way back of the store so she'd actually leave.

If Homer were alive today, I'm pretty sure The Odyssey would have been about the trials of working in retail and hospitality.