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C is for Cookie, That's Good Enough for Me
A lady comes up with a large bag of Chips Ahoy cookies. She then tells me that the bag spelled "cookie" wrong. I look at the bag, but it's spelled correctly. She didn't like it when I told her that. She said that "cookie" was spelled wrong and that she should get the bag for free because competitor grocery store does it. I have never heard of that policy. Since when do you give free stuff if the packaging misspells something. Plus "cookie" was spelled right anyway. She tries to argue that "cookie" is spelled "kookie." Eventually a line formed right behind her, and she got fed up and left when i wouldn't give her the bag for free.
Oh, I Love Trash
I was pouring my formula into my sports bottle. I threw the can away in one of the waste-baskets near the bathrooms. A guy sees me throw the can away, and he yells, "Stop! Wait!" He digs through the garbage for a moment and retrieves my can. He yells, "Victory!" and runs off with my can. To this day, I still have no idea what just happened.
Put Down the Ducky
A mom and three-year-old kid come up to my lane. I'm ringing them up, and the kid plays with a rubber ducky keychain we have next to the register. Not a big deal. Kids usually play with those little toys until their parents are ready to go. Well, mom's done paying and tells her kid it's time to go. The kid follows his mom, but takes the keychain with him. I thought he probably forgot he had it. So I asked him if I could please have the ducky back. He hangs on tight to it and says, "NO! My ducky!" Mom is smiling at her precious angel. I tell him it's the store's ducky because he didn't pay for it. He still claims its his ducky. Mom asks, "Well, can't you just let him have it? He really likes it." I tell her no. It wasn't paid for. Then she goes, "Well, how about you just let him hold it until we get to the door?" Umm, how about no. She doesn't like that. I again ask for the ducky. She tries to play the guilt card with me. "Give back the ducky, dear. This mean lady won't let you have it." Nice try, but not going to work. I learned to leave my humanity at the door before coming in everyday to deal with people like you who try to guilt me into something free. She saw I wasn't going to just let her brat have the stupid keychain, so she yanks it from his hand, and throws it at me. Luckily, I have the reflexes of a cat and catch the ducky with my hand. Her kid cries because his precious duck was taken from him and this lady goes, "I hope you're happy! You made my kid cry! You have no heart! It's black and cold like a frickin' stone! Bitch!" She finally leaves. They ought to make a sign and put it at the front of the store to warn anyone thinking of working here. And the sign should say, "Abandon all hope, ye who work here."
C is for Cookie, That's Good Enough for Me
A lady comes up with a large bag of Chips Ahoy cookies. She then tells me that the bag spelled "cookie" wrong. I look at the bag, but it's spelled correctly. She didn't like it when I told her that. She said that "cookie" was spelled wrong and that she should get the bag for free because competitor grocery store does it. I have never heard of that policy. Since when do you give free stuff if the packaging misspells something. Plus "cookie" was spelled right anyway. She tries to argue that "cookie" is spelled "kookie." Eventually a line formed right behind her, and she got fed up and left when i wouldn't give her the bag for free.
Oh, I Love Trash
I was pouring my formula into my sports bottle. I threw the can away in one of the waste-baskets near the bathrooms. A guy sees me throw the can away, and he yells, "Stop! Wait!" He digs through the garbage for a moment and retrieves my can. He yells, "Victory!" and runs off with my can. To this day, I still have no idea what just happened.
Put Down the Ducky
A mom and three-year-old kid come up to my lane. I'm ringing them up, and the kid plays with a rubber ducky keychain we have next to the register. Not a big deal. Kids usually play with those little toys until their parents are ready to go. Well, mom's done paying and tells her kid it's time to go. The kid follows his mom, but takes the keychain with him. I thought he probably forgot he had it. So I asked him if I could please have the ducky back. He hangs on tight to it and says, "NO! My ducky!" Mom is smiling at her precious angel. I tell him it's the store's ducky because he didn't pay for it. He still claims its his ducky. Mom asks, "Well, can't you just let him have it? He really likes it." I tell her no. It wasn't paid for. Then she goes, "Well, how about you just let him hold it until we get to the door?" Umm, how about no. She doesn't like that. I again ask for the ducky. She tries to play the guilt card with me. "Give back the ducky, dear. This mean lady won't let you have it." Nice try, but not going to work. I learned to leave my humanity at the door before coming in everyday to deal with people like you who try to guilt me into something free. She saw I wasn't going to just let her brat have the stupid keychain, so she yanks it from his hand, and throws it at me. Luckily, I have the reflexes of a cat and catch the ducky with my hand. Her kid cries because his precious duck was taken from him and this lady goes, "I hope you're happy! You made my kid cry! You have no heart! It's black and cold like a frickin' stone! Bitch!" She finally leaves. They ought to make a sign and put it at the front of the store to warn anyone thinking of working here. And the sign should say, "Abandon all hope, ye who work here."
Of course, I've never done it. Out loud, that is.
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