...if you ask the guy at the computer department if a certain computer is in stock right now
...and if he tells you that we're all out of it and there might be more coming in next week
...why ask me, the cashier, if I can tell if the computer is in stock right now?
All I did was answer "I'm sorry, from what I can see in our files that computer is out of stock right now, but you can talk to that guy over there in the computer department. He's the expert on these things." It was rather nice to see you wilt down and mumble "We already talked to him" though.
Seriously. Customers apparently believe that we do not WANT to sell them things. The evil salespeople are dragonkin, jealously hoarding their secret stashes of merchandise. And if something is sold out in the store, then of course we must be hiding it in the cashier-area. Because we have a lot of washing machines and computers hidden beneath the registers. Ah-yup.
And maybe I should apologize for pointing out that it was an Asian family who contributed with this particular suck, but I have to admit that there is something with the high-speed intense rhythm/cadence of some Asian languages that make me want to yell at the speakers to calm down. Especially when grandmother, mother, father, grandfather, assorted friends and younger siblings all talk at the same time demanding explanations from me and each other when there is only one who's able to talk Swedish and actually -talk- to -me- about the situation.