There's a Store Man checking at his till
He'd like to ring your purchase
But he likely never will
There's a Store Man, customers complain
He's told them off, you know it
Cause he thinks they are insane
Quantum Of So What
From now on, I refer to a non-sucky customer as RC, or "regular customer". This will not save a lot of time as I am likely to have to mention this a lot, if only to remind me.
RC: Are you open?
Me:
Oh, that's right, I will refer to myself as "Me", or "Middle-aged Entity". I will not mention this again. In fact, I didn't mention it here either.
Me: Maybe.
RC: Eh?
Me: This is Schrödinger's Register. We may or may not be open.
RC: OK. (hands over Patheticard and Me starts checking anyway)
Me: (holding a box of Frosted Flakes) Oh, I guess the cat isn't dead.
Oh, The Scans You'll Do!
Me: Do you have your Patheticard?
SC: No.
Me: OK, my bagger A. will scan the store card. (She leaves.)
SC: I don't want to wait...
Me: Well, it's $1.19, and you should save ten cents.
SC: No, don't bother.
Me: OK, but she's already gone off with the scanner, and by the time you pay it'll be cheaper.
SC: Don't do it, I'll just pay $1.19.
Me: It's $1.08 now.
SC: Damn it.
It's The Time Of Some Other Season For Loving
We have signs on our register number lights that say "Get Hopping!" and "Get Festive!"
Yup, we still have store signs up that are advertising the start of spring. We can't actually sell the season, just its products (and not even that anymore, as it's late summer now), so these signs are useless (and even more so today).
Good News Everybody!
The store caught a shoplifter today!
I had noticed this guy with what looked like a cellphone walking around and in front of my register a few times. I guess he's the new security guy-- though I didn't know we had one again!
Suddenly, a woman comes out of left field* and takes a cart with a couple of our Patheticlothbags (which I assumed must have been hers) filled with stuff, and as she starts turning the cart around the garbage can to align with the exit corridor, the security guy intercepts her and starts telling her what to do:
"No, you're going to the back room. We have to talk with you. It's about the stuff you didn't pay for," etc. etc.
Astoundingly, she is very quiet and polite and complies with everything the man is telling her, and she follows him, cart and all, down the front aisle and into the back room.
Never to be seen again.
Seriously. No police showed up, and she was not seen leaving the place (which she only could have done at the front). She must have still been there when I got off work, some five hours later.
But man, was she polite! If that's a shoplifter, I'd rather we had a store full of them and we did systematic bag checks.
*For UK readers, I'm sure they also have fields on the left.
The Terror Of Dihydrogen Monoxide
Suddenly I went to ring up an Ice Mountain 24-pack and it came back "RECALLED ITEM - NOT FOR SALE".
How the bloody hell do you recall WATER? Unless it was tainted or something.
I called to verify this was really the case, but the man in charge of this sort of thing had no idea what I was talking about.
They spent a couple of hours trying to find out from corporate what was going on.
On the way back from my second break, I passed the Ice Mountain display. It was still up and people were still loading their carts with them.
Lots of rumors abounded as to the cause of this mess, but they still hadn't figured it out. Meanwhile, there were some ten cases of the stuff clogging the unused registers.
By the end of my shift, B. Desk had had enough and she ordered the cases removed-- but where? They would just find their way back here eventually if they were put back on display.
I bet I don't find out what the problem was, either-- Wednesday I'll come to work and everything is fine. And the last day of the sale too.
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Cart
Three small kids playing around the 2 motorized carts and 1 wheelchair. They were told off by the SCO woman F., "Don't play around there", but were plainly ignoring her as she told them three times.
Then I spoke up and said, "If you want to ride the handicapped carts, we have to break your legs."
I always say that. It usually gets the kids to stop.
Not this time! They continue playing in the carts, although they're not doing any damage.
Then about five minutes later, their mother shows up...
...in her motorized cart.
Oh.
Actually, I recognized her; she's a great customer and I ring her up all the time. I didn't recognize her kids though.
Now she is yelling at them to get away from the carts, even though they don't really seem to be causing that much trouble to deserve that volume of bellow.
Then she issues one final warning, and screeches out of the store at about 20 MPH. (Our carts are lucky if they can do 5 MPH.)
I guess the kids were emulating mom. No wonder!
He'd like to ring your purchase
But he likely never will
There's a Store Man, customers complain
He's told them off, you know it
Cause he thinks they are insane
Quantum Of So What
From now on, I refer to a non-sucky customer as RC, or "regular customer". This will not save a lot of time as I am likely to have to mention this a lot, if only to remind me.
RC: Are you open?
Me:
Oh, that's right, I will refer to myself as "Me", or "Middle-aged Entity". I will not mention this again. In fact, I didn't mention it here either.
Me: Maybe.
RC: Eh?
Me: This is Schrödinger's Register. We may or may not be open.
RC: OK. (hands over Patheticard and Me starts checking anyway)
Me: (holding a box of Frosted Flakes) Oh, I guess the cat isn't dead.
Oh, The Scans You'll Do!
Me: Do you have your Patheticard?
SC: No.
Me: OK, my bagger A. will scan the store card. (She leaves.)
SC: I don't want to wait...
Me: Well, it's $1.19, and you should save ten cents.
SC: No, don't bother.
Me: OK, but she's already gone off with the scanner, and by the time you pay it'll be cheaper.
SC: Don't do it, I'll just pay $1.19.
Me: It's $1.08 now.
SC: Damn it.
It's The Time Of Some Other Season For Loving
We have signs on our register number lights that say "Get Hopping!" and "Get Festive!"
Yup, we still have store signs up that are advertising the start of spring. We can't actually sell the season, just its products (and not even that anymore, as it's late summer now), so these signs are useless (and even more so today).
Good News Everybody!
The store caught a shoplifter today!
I had noticed this guy with what looked like a cellphone walking around and in front of my register a few times. I guess he's the new security guy-- though I didn't know we had one again!
Suddenly, a woman comes out of left field* and takes a cart with a couple of our Patheticlothbags (which I assumed must have been hers) filled with stuff, and as she starts turning the cart around the garbage can to align with the exit corridor, the security guy intercepts her and starts telling her what to do:
"No, you're going to the back room. We have to talk with you. It's about the stuff you didn't pay for," etc. etc.
Astoundingly, she is very quiet and polite and complies with everything the man is telling her, and she follows him, cart and all, down the front aisle and into the back room.
Never to be seen again.
Seriously. No police showed up, and she was not seen leaving the place (which she only could have done at the front). She must have still been there when I got off work, some five hours later.
But man, was she polite! If that's a shoplifter, I'd rather we had a store full of them and we did systematic bag checks.
*For UK readers, I'm sure they also have fields on the left.
The Terror Of Dihydrogen Monoxide
Suddenly I went to ring up an Ice Mountain 24-pack and it came back "RECALLED ITEM - NOT FOR SALE".
How the bloody hell do you recall WATER? Unless it was tainted or something.
I called to verify this was really the case, but the man in charge of this sort of thing had no idea what I was talking about.
They spent a couple of hours trying to find out from corporate what was going on.
On the way back from my second break, I passed the Ice Mountain display. It was still up and people were still loading their carts with them.
Lots of rumors abounded as to the cause of this mess, but they still hadn't figured it out. Meanwhile, there were some ten cases of the stuff clogging the unused registers.
By the end of my shift, B. Desk had had enough and she ordered the cases removed-- but where? They would just find their way back here eventually if they were put back on display.
I bet I don't find out what the problem was, either-- Wednesday I'll come to work and everything is fine. And the last day of the sale too.
The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Cart
Three small kids playing around the 2 motorized carts and 1 wheelchair. They were told off by the SCO woman F., "Don't play around there", but were plainly ignoring her as she told them three times.
Then I spoke up and said, "If you want to ride the handicapped carts, we have to break your legs."
I always say that. It usually gets the kids to stop.
Not this time! They continue playing in the carts, although they're not doing any damage.
Then about five minutes later, their mother shows up...
...in her motorized cart.
Oh.
Actually, I recognized her; she's a great customer and I ring her up all the time. I didn't recognize her kids though.
Now she is yelling at them to get away from the carts, even though they don't really seem to be causing that much trouble to deserve that volume of bellow.
Then she issues one final warning, and screeches out of the store at about 20 MPH. (Our carts are lucky if they can do 5 MPH.)
I guess the kids were emulating mom. No wonder!
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