I Know what I Saw!on October 26, 2006 at 8:16 pm
I know what I saw!
First post, so just for context, I work at a games shop, and a supermarket. At the supermarket I am both a cashier on certain days and a close supervisor on other nights (like saturday, ugh!) however, on Sundays the supervisor likes me to supervise while she cleans. (does that make any sense?)
Anyway, On Sunday night, two guys came up to the service desk. This is the story;
Me: Hi how are you today
Boy 1:Yeah good… give me a pack of whinnie blues (cigarettes)
Me: Yep that fine, do you have any ID?
Boy 1: Uhhh… [motions to Boy 2, who pulls out a wallet. At this point, I was thinking, ummm does he get his friend to carry his wallet for him? Why would he do that? (Dumb I know but I didn't know what was happening.) Boy 2 pulls out some ID and its ok, but its Boy 2's ID, Boy 1 still hasn't got any ID]
Me: Ok thanks, [looking at Boy 1] so do you have any ID?
Boy 1: What? Ummm… nah… [Boy 1 fumbles around in his pocket and I think that maybe he's finally getting some ID out (I'm an optimistic person ) But no, he gets some money out, and hands it to Boy 2 directly in front of me then mumbles something to Boy 2]
Boy 2: Yeah, I'll have a pack of whinnie blues
Me: I'm sorry I can't serve you because he [pointing to Boy 1] doesn't have ID.
Boy 2: But they are for me
Me: I don't know that. For all I know as soon as you get them, you'll just give them to your friend.
Boy 2 No I won't!
Me: I'm sorry I cannot serve you unless you both have ID. Sorry.
So I walk away from them to go help one of the cashiers, and hear them laughing loudly. I tell the supervisor what happened and we both laugh about how stupid they were. Being Customers Suck, you'd be right in thinking that that was not the end of the story.
Later on I was cleaning up the service area when my co-worker calls my name and nods towards the service desk, where the supervisor is serving Boy 2, who has come back without Boy 1.
[Our store has a corner that we cannot see behind right near our us, where people who are underage like to hide while others get their cigarettes for them]
Me: *Supervisor* no! That's the same guy I told you about before, don't serve him!
Supervisor: Right. [puts cigarettes back]
Boy 2: What? I wasn't here before!
Supervisor: *Angelized*, come here. [I walk over] Right, was this the boy that was here before?
Boy 2: No I wasn't!
Me: Yes it is. [He has red spiked hair, very distinctive]
Supervisor: I'm not serving you.
Boy 2: My friends gone home! The pack is for me!
Supervisor: [Getting annoyed] I don't know that. Your friends probably hiding behind the corner.
Boy 2: But..
Supervisor:You were seen recieving money from an underage person to buy cigarettes, I am not obligated to serve you. If you really want to get cigarettes, go to *another big supermarket in our shopping centre*
So he walked away without anything he wanted. I just cannot believe people would think that coming back would work [Btw I love my supervisor, she's great]