I've told my condom story. I've told my story about the USPS clerk insisting on repacking my large dimensional weight box. Now, I will share my Shell story.
I started back shopping in January 2023. I had not done a Shell shop in about ten years, so the MSC had changed, and I really could not remember what program use to be like. I go to my first Shell one morning and perform the mystery shop. It was a kiosk location. After driving through the kiosk, I had to go back out onto the main highway to come back into the parking lot and find a place to park off to the side. In between customers paying at the window, I introduced myself to the clerk, provided the LOA, and said explained why I was there.
The clerk responds, "Good, we've been expecting you. Bob just got here." The clerk then yells, "Bob, that guy you are looking for is here!"
I'm confused, but I decide to play along. I thought I may have missed something when I reviewed the guidelines.
Bob comes out, introduces himself and shakes my hand. Bob said with a smile, "I thought I was running late trying to get here because I had to drive two-hours, but I beat you!"
I smiled and responded I had gotten stuck at every red light. Bob laughed, then motioned me over to the fuel access panels that cover the fuel storage tanks where the trucks pump the fuel.
Bob removed one of the covers and said, "Now, listen, I know we are going to be in trouble for this, so I am going to tell you now." Bob then pulled out a flashlight, shined it down into the tank, and invited me to look. "Do you see that?" Bob inquired.
I bend down to look into the tank. I have no clue what I am looking at, and I am trying to decide if needed to pull out my guidelines to see if I've missed something. I didn't want to seem incompetent, so I didn't look at the guidelines and decided to continue to play along. In my mind I know this guy is confused about who I am.
"I think you're fine, but I'll note that issue in my report," I responded.
At this point I try to gear the conversation towards what I know for sure I'm supposed to be doing. "Listen," I said, "I really need to try to get to the pumps because the fuel area stays packed, so I have to get to the pumps before more customers come."
Bob responds, in an apparent confused state, "What do you need to do with the pumps? I didn't know you looked at them."
I responded, "I do have to inspect the pumps. The pumps are a very important part of the inspection."
Bob asked if he needed to be present for that, and I assured him he did not. Bob turns to walk away as I head in the other direction, then Bob turns around and calls me back to ask. "Hey, are you the state inspector?" I smiled and said, "No, I'm your mystery shopper." We had a good laugh and went our separate ways.