I had a real winner tonight.
A woman about my age (late 50s) and her son/grandson/nephew (maybe 8 or 9) I don't know what the relationship was, headed towards my register. I could hear her arguing ... although he wasn't saying anything. "You have to pay for your own shit!" (Yes she said that).
Okay, so I know how to act with arguing amongst themselves customers. I am polite, ask the things I'm supposed to, and make no comments. So here they come. Oh my lord! I'm sorry, but I live in rural North Carolina, and we have "white trash" to the ultimate meaning of the words. And this woman was - you know the type, dressed inappropriately to be in public and certainly not with a minor, reeking of alcohol, etc. But anyway I digress.
They arrive at the register. She has a gallon of milk. I ring it up, she pays, all is well. The little boy has 4 candy packages, it doesn't really matter what they were. His total I don't remember. He hands me a $10, and wanders off (as little kids do). I DO remember his change is $6.33. As I'm counting out his change, this woman - lovely human being that she is - yells "Get back here! You have to get your change. I know SHE (meaning me) would like you to leave it so that she could keep it, but you have to get your change!"
I'm like WHAT? How the HELL did I insult you that you feel the need to be so offensive to me? You don't know me. I didn't piss in your Wheaties. What the hell?
Later I thought ... what a wonderful lesson this woman is giving the child .... all cashiers are thieves
A woman about my age (late 50s) and her son/grandson/nephew (maybe 8 or 9) I don't know what the relationship was, headed towards my register. I could hear her arguing ... although he wasn't saying anything. "You have to pay for your own shit!" (Yes she said that).
Okay, so I know how to act with arguing amongst themselves customers. I am polite, ask the things I'm supposed to, and make no comments. So here they come. Oh my lord! I'm sorry, but I live in rural North Carolina, and we have "white trash" to the ultimate meaning of the words. And this woman was - you know the type, dressed inappropriately to be in public and certainly not with a minor, reeking of alcohol, etc. But anyway I digress.
They arrive at the register. She has a gallon of milk. I ring it up, she pays, all is well. The little boy has 4 candy packages, it doesn't really matter what they were. His total I don't remember. He hands me a $10, and wanders off (as little kids do). I DO remember his change is $6.33. As I'm counting out his change, this woman - lovely human being that she is - yells "Get back here! You have to get your change. I know SHE (meaning me) would like you to leave it so that she could keep it, but you have to get your change!"
I'm like WHAT? How the HELL did I insult you that you feel the need to be so offensive to me? You don't know me. I didn't piss in your Wheaties. What the hell?
Later I thought ... what a wonderful lesson this woman is giving the child .... all cashiers are thieves
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