ATTN: LFS employees

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In the days before the internet, we relied heavily on LFS emplyees for information regarding equiment, stocking and problem solving. I bought a 55 gallon FO marine tank from the local "reputable" fish store, and because I believed them regarding bioloads and stocking recommendations, I wound up with a Sohal Tang, Purple Tang, Yellow Tang, Dog-Face Puffer, adult Emperor Angel and Clown Triggerfish. All in the same 55 gallon tank. I had a heck of a time keeping that tank clean, but the fish lived for four years before a heater malfunction cooked them.
 
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I touched one totally by accident while trying to bag him (for a different customer on a different day.)
It nearly knocked me off the step stool I was standing on. That was just a slight touch. I can't imaging grabing one...
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=10894514#post10894514 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by mrpet
heres a few.....

do you sell "live" dogs? i said no just dead ones.....
do you have the fish where the heads be blowed up? ohhh
you mean orandas..


everyday i get something new....

LMAO !!!!!!!!!! Heads be blowed up!
 
When I was in high school a lady came into our store and asked me to bag up some type of fairly pricey butterflyfish because she was having a dinner party that night and "all her other fish had died over the last week."

After looking at her as one would to an unflushed toilet I tried to talk her out of it, explaining that she was almost certainly handing the fish a death sentence, but I wasn't allowed to refuse sales. So I bag it up, she pays and leaves. Not 5 minutes go by, and she comes back in looking like she's been crying, sets the bag angrily back on the counter, and walks out never to be heard from again. Didn't even ask for her $$ back. :rolleyes:
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=10911345#post10911345 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by beez
When I was in high school a lady came into our store and asked me to bag up some type of fairly pricey butterflyfish because she was having a dinner party that night and "all her other fish had died over the last week."

After looking at her as one would to an unflushed toilet I tried to talk her out of it, explaining that she was almost certainly handing the fish a death sentence, but I wasn't allowed to refuse sales. So I bag it up, she pays and leaves. Not 5 minutes go by, and she comes back in looking like she's been crying, sets the bag angrily back on the counter, and walks out never to be heard from again. Didn't even ask for her $$ back. :rolleyes:

was it already dead, or did she take your advice?

but anyway my first 3 stupid people stories at my work.

1. A kid and his dad come into the store(ive seen the kid before with his mom getting a porky puffer) But anyway, the come back to the sw section and I asked if I could help them. The convo went like this
kid: We were looking for another fish for our FOWLR tank. Was there anything you would suggest?

me: Yes, there are plenty of nice fish here for a FOWLR tank. But just so i could reccomend the right fish, what fish do you already have in the tank?

them: A porcupine puffer, copperbanded butterfly fish, humu-humu trigger, and a yellow tang.

Me: alright how big of a tank do you have?

them: 55 gallon

:rolleye1:


2. A man is with another store employee when she calls me over. She asks me "What would you say about adding more fish to a 38 gallon tank?" I replied "How many fish does he currently have in the tank" She wispers back to me "about 30" to which in said "no, tell him to take fish out"


3. A mom with 2 kids is with the same employee as mentioned above, and she calls me over to answer a question again.

Her(employee): she was wondering is she could add more fish into a 10 gallon tank with 2 blood red parrot cichlids

Me: no, in fact, i reccomend that she gets a much bigger tank soon.

Lady(customer): well*like she doesn't believe me* how big could they possibly get?

at that point i pointed to a tank that contained a blood red parrot cichlid about as big as a dinner plate.:p
 
Going out of town for two weeks and prolly won't have access to the internet for the entire trip, so when i get back I want to see that this thread has split

BTTT!!!
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=10780537#post10780537 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by Sophiebelle
This is a little off the LFS topic, but it still makes me laugh when I think back on it. I work at a veterinary clinic as a receptionist/vet assistant and this man called in and said his dogs had ticks on them - could we remove them? I said sure and told him to bring them in. When he arrived, I brought him into an exam room and told him to show me where the ticks were. He had three dachshunds and lifted each one up and showed me what he thought were two rows of ticks on all of the dogs' stomachs. I said, "Sir, those aren't ticks. Those are nipples."

Off topic again, but couldn't pass this up because my story bridges the gap between dog nipples and complete stupidity . . .

My wife's a vet . . . she comes home and has this smirk on her face as soon as she walks through the door . . .

Me: "Ok, what happened today at work?"

Wife: "Today was surgery day."

Me: "Yeah?"

Wife: "Well Dr. Jenny had seen this dog and scheduled it for surgery today."

Me: "Yeah?"

My wife is starting to laugh at this point. I'm left in suspense as she clearly has some sort of great story to tell . . .

Wife: "I had to remove the nipples from a boxer this morning."

Me: "What?"

Wife: "This woman told Dr. Jenny to remove her dogs nipples."

Me: "What? Why?!?!"

Wife: "Her husband . . . :lol: . . . Her husband . . . :lol: . . . Her husband wouldn't stop staring at the boxer's nipples, so the wife had them removed!"

Me: :eek:

Well, after a couple of months the wife comes back home laughing again . . .

Me: "What, more nipple surgery today?"

Wife: "Well the boxer owner was back in today, but Dr. Jenny was on vacation so she saw Dr. Rose . . . Dr. Rose wanted to know why the same boxer had had it's nipples surgically removed."

Me: "Ok."

Wife: " Dr. Rose asked the owner why her dog's nipples had been removed."

Me: :strange:

Wife: "Well, the woman wouldn't tell her, so she asked me about it. I told her why and she told the lady she knew the nipples were removed because her husband kept staring at them.

"The woman denied it. Then Dr. Rose pulled the surgey records which clearly showed the reason for the surgery:

'Husband won't stop staring at nipples'

"The woman had to leave because she was so embarassed."

Me: "I would hope so. So why was she in there in the first place?"

Wife: :lol: "They wanted to have puppies and wanted to breed the boxer . . . :lol: . . . have you ever heard of a mommy dog with no nipples?!?!"

I think the boxer owner has changed their vet since then . . . but I'd like to know how the owner explains why their boxer no longer has nipples. :rollface:
 
lady storms in the store with a dead clown fish, her child crying on her hip, and comes up to me a says why did you sell me a sick (NEMO), i tell her that we will not sell sick fish, we quarantine all are fish if they are sick. She says then why did my clown fish die, I said I don't know, how did you acclimate the fish to your tank. she relies by saying that she floated the bag in her tank for 15 minutes and let the clown fish loose in her tank, the clown fish then swam up to the (sucker fish) and died. I told her patiently that the movie NEMO was based in the ocean and that clown fish live in salt water. Needless to say she did not get a refund.
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=10894474#post10894474 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by babogart
Littlefish72 - I probably worked at the same LFS as you did (if it was in Raleigh, NC). We received shipments on Thursdays as well. Though I would imagine that all the stores in the area would get livestock at the same time.
At one point, in the middle of winter, a shipment came in after having been delayed a day at RDU. Unfortunately, most of the livestock suffered. The bags were literally full of a salt water slush.
I had a customer pick up a bag with a clownfish that did not make it and say "is this the way this suppose to look". The sad thing is he was serious.
Unbelieveable...

-Brent

Something like that happened to me once, only with a freshwater order getting stuck in the gas crisis panic that ensued because the media was telling the city of Atlanta that there would be NO gas arriving into the city. The tough as nails fish like goldfish, oscars, and most african cichids looked happy as clams. However, I'd been having a really rough week and morning (there had been a recent death in the family of someone I was close to), so pulling bag after bag of apistos, angels, rams, guppies, and mollies that were half-dead and dying, was really hitting me harder than I realized.

I figured it out when a client came up to me and asked why all the new fish were so "sad."

Much to my horror, I couldn't answer them. I just started crying. I couldn't help it. I just needed five minutes to let it all out so I could calm down, regroup, and go about my day like nothing had happened. Everyone has those moments when they just need to let everything out real quick. There was just one small problem. The more and more I tried to make myself calm down, the less and less calm I was getting.

To this day, I still feel really bad for that guy. :(
 
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