I work as a bagger/cashier at a local grocery store. During my first couple of months there I formed a theory that in my fifth year I’m ready to call fact and claim my Nobel Prize. There is a sort of ion field around my store that drops the IQ of anyone who enters it. I believe there’s a microchip or something in our nametags that keeps us immune. This is both a blessing and a curse for although our brains are working normally we are not blissfully ignorant of our surroundings. It’s the only way I can explain some of the things I’ve had to deal with. And it all started with the Nan Nan Lady.
I’m bagging this elderly woman’s food when she grabs me by the arm and say, “Put my bananas in a separate bag.” Only it comes out “Puh ma nan nans inna sprêt bag.” Luckily I speak crazy ass old person and said “Yes ma’am,” I then put her bananas up on the small raised area where people write their checks to keep it from getting squished by her other groceries coming down the belt.
Job well done you say…WRONG!
Old Lady: “Wuh’s ma nan nans!”
Me: Your bananas? They’re right there. (I point to bananas sitting inches away from her face.)
Old Lady: You cushing my nan nans!
She then proceeds to tear through her shopping cart, now mostly filled with groceries, pulling crap out of bags, dumping her stuff on the floor, all the while I’m trying to get her to notice the bag of bananas sitting right there.
Old Lady: Wuh’s ma nan nans!?
Me: They’re…
Old Lady: Wuh’s Ma Nan Nans!?
Me: …right…
Old Lady: WUH’S MA NAN NANS!?
Me: …here.
It took me picking them up and waving them in front of her face for her to finally stop destroying her other groceries. Now you’d be surprised how much a simple apology can do to help someone forget you acting like jackass. I know I’d be surprise if it ever happened. Nan nan lady snatched the bananas out of my hand grabbed up her now disheveled groceries and stormed out.
The cashier was giving me a WTF look and the customer next in line was laughing so hard he could barely stand. That was my first truly crazy ass customer. Nowhere near my last unfortunately.
I’m bagging this elderly woman’s food when she grabs me by the arm and say, “Put my bananas in a separate bag.” Only it comes out “Puh ma nan nans inna sprêt bag.” Luckily I speak crazy ass old person and said “Yes ma’am,” I then put her bananas up on the small raised area where people write their checks to keep it from getting squished by her other groceries coming down the belt.
Job well done you say…WRONG!
Old Lady: “Wuh’s ma nan nans!”
Me: Your bananas? They’re right there. (I point to bananas sitting inches away from her face.)
Old Lady: You cushing my nan nans!
She then proceeds to tear through her shopping cart, now mostly filled with groceries, pulling crap out of bags, dumping her stuff on the floor, all the while I’m trying to get her to notice the bag of bananas sitting right there.
Old Lady: Wuh’s ma nan nans!?
Me: They’re…
Old Lady: Wuh’s Ma Nan Nans!?
Me: …right…
Old Lady: WUH’S MA NAN NANS!?
Me: …here.
It took me picking them up and waving them in front of her face for her to finally stop destroying her other groceries. Now you’d be surprised how much a simple apology can do to help someone forget you acting like jackass. I know I’d be surprise if it ever happened. Nan nan lady snatched the bananas out of my hand grabbed up her now disheveled groceries and stormed out.
The cashier was giving me a WTF look and the customer next in line was laughing so hard he could barely stand. That was my first truly crazy ass customer. Nowhere near my last unfortunately.
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