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So...kooky me is at it again in another episode of "The shit you say to customers..."
I'm out and about running around at 100 miles per hour trying to get everything together and cleaned so my shift goes smoothly when I see on a shelf where they CLEARLY do not belong a hot sandwich still wrapped and a drink. Well. Okay. They're still there when I pass by again so I go and put them back in their respective places. As I'm trying to change the toilet paper in the men's room a very angry-looking old man comes up to me and this is how it goes:
SC: Did you TAKE my sandwich?
Me: Which sandwich would that be?
SC: The one sitting right here.
Me: Yes I did. I put it back where it belongs.
SC: I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT.
Me: *rolls eyes and goes to get sandwich*
SC: AND MY DRINK?
Me: I put that back too. *goes and gets drink* If you put stuff down I put it back. That's how this works. That's what I'm paid to do. *runs off again without waiting for his response*
A man comes up and has me scan his rewards card. Then he shoves it back in his wallet and starts to walk away.
Me: Um...did you...?
SC: *very rudely yelling* HANG ON!!!!!
Me: Hang on my ass. *voids rewards card and starts ringing up other people*
Mr. HANG ON comes back with several items.
SC: Let's try this AGAIN. *swipes rewards card* I need MARLBORO menthol BLACCCCKKKKKK OOOOOONNNNNNE HUUUUNNDREEEEDS.
Me: ....right. Do you need a bag?
SC: No.
Me: Do you need matches?
SC: NO. I'M ALLERGIC TO SULFUR. IT COULD KILL ME. *pays and starts to walk away*
Me: You know what else could kill you? A baseball bat to the side of your head. Fucker.
Funny. He was too busy walking away to listen to me. It's interesting what customers hear and don't hear.
Funny Man: You know it's in your best interest to give me the winning powerball ticket. I'd give you 20 million.
Me: I could use 20 million.
FM: You'd crap your pants if I walked in here with that, wouldn't you?
Me: You bet I would. I'd buy fifty pairs of pants just to crap in every one.
CW: ...the shit you say to customers...
A man comes in and he's all pissy about his pump saying "see cashier" which is something that usually pops up if they have insufficient funds or they put in the wrong pin or something else in error with their card. Several people have been coming in telling us that the pump has told them this but there's no error that comes up on the screens inside the store.
...get this. It's the message that's programmed to pop up telling the to "see cashier for details" about their freaking rewards card. It's funny because it pops up AFTER YOU CAN ALREADY PUMP GAS.
Agh. Idiots. Everywhere idiots. If you could just READ.
I'm out and about running around at 100 miles per hour trying to get everything together and cleaned so my shift goes smoothly when I see on a shelf where they CLEARLY do not belong a hot sandwich still wrapped and a drink. Well. Okay. They're still there when I pass by again so I go and put them back in their respective places. As I'm trying to change the toilet paper in the men's room a very angry-looking old man comes up to me and this is how it goes:
SC: Did you TAKE my sandwich?
Me: Which sandwich would that be?
SC: The one sitting right here.
Me: Yes I did. I put it back where it belongs.
SC: I WAS GOING TO EAT THAT.
Me: *rolls eyes and goes to get sandwich*
SC: AND MY DRINK?
Me: I put that back too. *goes and gets drink* If you put stuff down I put it back. That's how this works. That's what I'm paid to do. *runs off again without waiting for his response*
A man comes up and has me scan his rewards card. Then he shoves it back in his wallet and starts to walk away.
Me: Um...did you...?
SC: *very rudely yelling* HANG ON!!!!!
Me: Hang on my ass. *voids rewards card and starts ringing up other people*
Mr. HANG ON comes back with several items.
SC: Let's try this AGAIN. *swipes rewards card* I need MARLBORO menthol BLACCCCKKKKKK OOOOOONNNNNNE HUUUUNNDREEEEDS.
Me: ....right. Do you need a bag?
SC: No.
Me: Do you need matches?
SC: NO. I'M ALLERGIC TO SULFUR. IT COULD KILL ME. *pays and starts to walk away*
Me: You know what else could kill you? A baseball bat to the side of your head. Fucker.
Funny. He was too busy walking away to listen to me. It's interesting what customers hear and don't hear.
Funny Man: You know it's in your best interest to give me the winning powerball ticket. I'd give you 20 million.
Me: I could use 20 million.
FM: You'd crap your pants if I walked in here with that, wouldn't you?
Me: You bet I would. I'd buy fifty pairs of pants just to crap in every one.
CW: ...the shit you say to customers...
A man comes in and he's all pissy about his pump saying "see cashier" which is something that usually pops up if they have insufficient funds or they put in the wrong pin or something else in error with their card. Several people have been coming in telling us that the pump has told them this but there's no error that comes up on the screens inside the store.
...get this. It's the message that's programmed to pop up telling the to "see cashier for details" about their freaking rewards card. It's funny because it pops up AFTER YOU CAN ALREADY PUMP GAS.
Agh. Idiots. Everywhere idiots. If you could just READ.
Kind of inconvenient as I was attending a con that weekend...
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