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Okay I know I mentioned in the Easter Rant thread that my night wasn't too bad. And overall it wasn't...until five minutes before I left.
We were in the middle of a rush and I offered to ring people up in photo. Just my luck that this couple walked over. Well, first the husband came over with the cart, he called his wife over since she was blindly heading towards the other registers. A bit earlier I helped this woman figure out what tissues were on sale. She kept saying they were 97 cents but really were 99. I didn't correct her.
She was so hyper. We had the Russell Stover eggs on sale for 3/$1.00 and of course people were buying tons of them. This lady probably had about 20 of them, I guess. As she's taking them out of the cart she's flinging them across the counter at me. Now our photo counter is wider than the regular ones and it can be awkward to ring up orders with having to stretch across. So these eggs were sliding a good two feet across the counter. At least I didn't have to reach for to scan them.
She kept babbling on and on about stuff. I think she mentioned about how much she loves the eggs. The poor husband even said something about her flinging the eggs onto the counter.
Then there was the ordeal with trying to get her loyalty card to work to get the sales prices. She kept getting us confused with our similar sounding competitor (only our first syllable is the same). It took two different tries to get the right phone number.
Finally I get everything rung up and it came time to pay. The husband goes over to the pinpad to pay and was trying to figure out which way to swipe the card. And the woman was literally over his shoulder nagging about how to swipe it and even asks if she wanted him to do it. He didn't need any help he was doing fine on his own.
Even after I was done with them on their way out the woman must've said something to the front cashier about some flavor of egg we didn't have and the cashier was looking for the number of another store to see if they had it. Fun fact, the number for the store the woman wanted was probably already closed.
At that point it was time for me to leave and I did. They were still at the front of the store when I walked out a couple minutes later. So glad I had that couple right at the end of my shift because I probably would've hidden like the jelly beans that fall through the grass to the bottom of the basket for the rest of my night.
We were in the middle of a rush and I offered to ring people up in photo. Just my luck that this couple walked over. Well, first the husband came over with the cart, he called his wife over since she was blindly heading towards the other registers. A bit earlier I helped this woman figure out what tissues were on sale. She kept saying they were 97 cents but really were 99. I didn't correct her.
She was so hyper. We had the Russell Stover eggs on sale for 3/$1.00 and of course people were buying tons of them. This lady probably had about 20 of them, I guess. As she's taking them out of the cart she's flinging them across the counter at me. Now our photo counter is wider than the regular ones and it can be awkward to ring up orders with having to stretch across. So these eggs were sliding a good two feet across the counter. At least I didn't have to reach for to scan them.
She kept babbling on and on about stuff. I think she mentioned about how much she loves the eggs. The poor husband even said something about her flinging the eggs onto the counter.
Then there was the ordeal with trying to get her loyalty card to work to get the sales prices. She kept getting us confused with our similar sounding competitor (only our first syllable is the same). It took two different tries to get the right phone number.
Finally I get everything rung up and it came time to pay. The husband goes over to the pinpad to pay and was trying to figure out which way to swipe the card. And the woman was literally over his shoulder nagging about how to swipe it and even asks if she wanted him to do it. He didn't need any help he was doing fine on his own.
Even after I was done with them on their way out the woman must've said something to the front cashier about some flavor of egg we didn't have and the cashier was looking for the number of another store to see if they had it. Fun fact, the number for the store the woman wanted was probably already closed.
At that point it was time for me to leave and I did. They were still at the front of the store when I walked out a couple minutes later. So glad I had that couple right at the end of my shift because I probably would've hidden like the jelly beans that fall through the grass to the bottom of the basket for the rest of my night.
I propose fellow CSers that we all gather our own eggs and chase Trixie with them...
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