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I had this annoying lady come in today. She wanted to buy all of this one kind of Sobe energy drink. All I knew about it was that it was one in a red can. She only brought two of the cans to the counter. There were 12 more still in the cooler door where she got the other two, as I would find out by the end of the conversation.
"I want all of these that you have."
I look at her oddly, look at both lines of customers, then look at the coolers. I just felt so dumbfounded by her statement. "Okay, they're in the cooler door where you got these." I pointed at the two cans she brought to the counter for emphasis.
"Can you get them for me?"
Thinking she wanted a bag to carry more, I handed her a bag. Then, I set her stuff off to the side, and looked at the next customer. The lunch rush was on, and the manager was working the other register.
She piped up, "I want ALL of them. Even the ones in the back."
I just sighed and rolled my eyes, "Well, we've got two full lines of customers. It'll be a while."
"I'll wait." She just stands there hovering for the next few minutes until the crowd finally calms down.
I no sooner had a slight break in customers, and she pipes up, "You can get me those drinks now!"
I just thought to myself that she could have at least gotten what was in the door while she was waiting. I was thoroughly ticked by that time, but didn't say a word.
I just walked off to the cooler door, walked in and pulled what was on the shelf from behind. I told her that was all we had when I got back up there. I didn't even bother to look for more. All I knew was it was a red can of Sobe with a silver band at the top. After all, you'd think 14 overpriced energy drinks would be plenty. I rang her up, she paid, and life went on.
The manager had a funny look on her face, "Some people are so stupid."
I responded, "I just don't understand some people."
I mean, really, it just hit me wrong that we were slammed busy with both registers going, and this twit couldn't even do her own damned shopping.
My wife says I'm anti-social, but it's no wonder why I hate most people. I have to deal with so many idiots at work that my tolerance is depleted everywhere else. I could so easily be a hermit. I swear I'm going to buy a deserted island in the middle of nowhere if I ever win the lottery, and move there.
"I want all of these that you have."
I look at her oddly, look at both lines of customers, then look at the coolers. I just felt so dumbfounded by her statement. "Okay, they're in the cooler door where you got these." I pointed at the two cans she brought to the counter for emphasis.
"Can you get them for me?"
Thinking she wanted a bag to carry more, I handed her a bag. Then, I set her stuff off to the side, and looked at the next customer. The lunch rush was on, and the manager was working the other register.
She piped up, "I want ALL of them. Even the ones in the back."
I just sighed and rolled my eyes, "Well, we've got two full lines of customers. It'll be a while."
"I'll wait." She just stands there hovering for the next few minutes until the crowd finally calms down.
I no sooner had a slight break in customers, and she pipes up, "You can get me those drinks now!"
I just thought to myself that she could have at least gotten what was in the door while she was waiting. I was thoroughly ticked by that time, but didn't say a word.
I just walked off to the cooler door, walked in and pulled what was on the shelf from behind. I told her that was all we had when I got back up there. I didn't even bother to look for more. All I knew was it was a red can of Sobe with a silver band at the top. After all, you'd think 14 overpriced energy drinks would be plenty. I rang her up, she paid, and life went on.
The manager had a funny look on her face, "Some people are so stupid."
I responded, "I just don't understand some people."
I mean, really, it just hit me wrong that we were slammed busy with both registers going, and this twit couldn't even do her own damned shopping.
My wife says I'm anti-social, but it's no wonder why I hate most people. I have to deal with so many idiots at work that my tolerance is depleted everywhere else. I could so easily be a hermit. I swear I'm going to buy a deserted island in the middle of nowhere if I ever win the lottery, and move there.
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