So getting towards the end of a rather long shift. It's pretty late into the evening and I'm on Express with one other cashier a couple lanes away, and both of the baggers we have in this evening on trash duty (one clearing the sidewalk cans, the other doing indoor). So things are slightly stressful, as it's an abnormally busy day.
Having an angry obese woman whining at me about my supposedly poor manners really did nothing to improve the situation.
She came up with both arms full of groceries, and two equally obese kids in tow. And by both arms full, I mean a large bag of chips and a king-size bag of bread in one arm, and a stack of five frozen pizzas in the other. She was ahving trouble balancing it, so I made a suggestion...
Me: Obvious (Thoughts in italic)
WM: Welfare Mom
WK: Welfare Mom's Kid
Me: "Ma'am, you can just set those on the shelf here and I'll get them."
WM: *glare* "A please would be nice."
Oh joy, I'm gonna have something for CS tonight.
Me: "I was just making a suggestion so you wouldn't have to keep holding all that."
WM: "Well I'd still like to be spoken to with some manners."
*At this point I decide she'll be more trouble than she's worth and just shut up and ring things up. She completely ignores the shelf (which is there specifically so people with small orders can set their purchases down and hands me everything one at a time.*
WM: "That's why we don't shop at Krogers, nobody treats you with any respect."
Who, exactly, is being disrespectful, here?
*She pulls her discount card out and slaps it down on the counter.[i]
WM: "Here's my card that you never asked for."
*I run it through - just as a note, if they don't have their card ready at the start and have items ready, I just run the card last. And besides, she was shoving them at me to begin with.*
Me: "Your total is 15.74"
*She pays with a 20 and I give her her $4, while the change machine spits out her coins.*
Me: "And 4.26 is your change."
WM: *Snatches the money out of my hand and seems to examine it like I just handed her fakes*
WK: *pulls the coins out of the change machine's dispenser* "Hey, what are these for?"
Me: "That's your change."
WK: "Man, this is confusing."
WM: "That's the problem with South Hills, it's full of all these uppity rich people."
*She grabs her purse and bags and stomps out.*
Lady, we're in West Virginia. "Rich" here means you're above the national poverty line. And what makes you think I'm an uppity rich kid? I live out a little road named after a creek. Half my neighbor's houses are unfinished and the rest are trailers.
Having an angry obese woman whining at me about my supposedly poor manners really did nothing to improve the situation.
She came up with both arms full of groceries, and two equally obese kids in tow. And by both arms full, I mean a large bag of chips and a king-size bag of bread in one arm, and a stack of five frozen pizzas in the other. She was ahving trouble balancing it, so I made a suggestion...
Me: Obvious (Thoughts in italic)
WM: Welfare Mom
WK: Welfare Mom's Kid
Me: "Ma'am, you can just set those on the shelf here and I'll get them."
WM: *glare* "A please would be nice."
Oh joy, I'm gonna have something for CS tonight.
Me: "I was just making a suggestion so you wouldn't have to keep holding all that."
WM: "Well I'd still like to be spoken to with some manners."
*At this point I decide she'll be more trouble than she's worth and just shut up and ring things up. She completely ignores the shelf (which is there specifically so people with small orders can set their purchases down and hands me everything one at a time.*
WM: "That's why we don't shop at Krogers, nobody treats you with any respect."
Who, exactly, is being disrespectful, here?
*She pulls her discount card out and slaps it down on the counter.[i]
WM: "Here's my card that you never asked for."
*I run it through - just as a note, if they don't have their card ready at the start and have items ready, I just run the card last. And besides, she was shoving them at me to begin with.*
Me: "Your total is 15.74"
*She pays with a 20 and I give her her $4, while the change machine spits out her coins.*
Me: "And 4.26 is your change."
WM: *Snatches the money out of my hand and seems to examine it like I just handed her fakes*
WK: *pulls the coins out of the change machine's dispenser* "Hey, what are these for?"
Me: "That's your change."
WK: "Man, this is confusing."
WM: "That's the problem with South Hills, it's full of all these uppity rich people."
*She grabs her purse and bags and stomps out.*
Lady, we're in West Virginia. "Rich" here means you're above the national poverty line. And what makes you think I'm an uppity rich kid? I live out a little road named after a creek. Half my neighbor's houses are unfinished and the rest are trailers.
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