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On my last shift I was being haunted ... by avocados. For the first hour or so, anyway.
1) Several customers came through with avocados. Then came one customer; I checked his stuff out and he paid and I was starting on the next customer when I hear ...
Earlier Customer: "Miss? Miss?"
Me: "Yes?"
EC: "Miss, you've charged me for avocados. They were limes."
Me:
I apologized profusely but unfortunately couldn't fix the situation; he had to go to the smoke shop/lottery ticket purchase area/customer service area of the store, which is between the inner doors and the outer doors.
2) A customer or two later, it's a woman. I ring her stuff through and she's preparing to leave so I start on the next customer. Suddenly he points to something which has rolled up against the register so that I hadn't seen it.
"That's not mine."
It was ... you guessed it ... an avocado. I showed it to the woman, who said yes, it had been hers, and pulled out her wallet.
Me: *plunks it into her bag* "Never mind. It's on me."
Yeah, I doubt if management would be happy, but unless she or the guy behind her is a secret shopper, they're not likely to find out.
3) A couple of customers later, a woman moves up to the register and hands me something, saying "Somebody left it on the candy shelves ... a couple of days ago, from the looks of it."
Yes. It was a grim-looking avocado: very dark and wrinkly.
The Ghost of Avocados Past, as it were.
At that point I decided that any other customers coming through my line with avocados would be sent to some other cashier.
1) Several customers came through with avocados. Then came one customer; I checked his stuff out and he paid and I was starting on the next customer when I hear ...
Earlier Customer: "Miss? Miss?"
Me: "Yes?"
EC: "Miss, you've charged me for avocados. They were limes."
Me:
I apologized profusely but unfortunately couldn't fix the situation; he had to go to the smoke shop/lottery ticket purchase area/customer service area of the store, which is between the inner doors and the outer doors.
2) A customer or two later, it's a woman. I ring her stuff through and she's preparing to leave so I start on the next customer. Suddenly he points to something which has rolled up against the register so that I hadn't seen it.
"That's not mine."
It was ... you guessed it ... an avocado. I showed it to the woman, who said yes, it had been hers, and pulled out her wallet.
Me: *plunks it into her bag* "Never mind. It's on me."
Yeah, I doubt if management would be happy, but unless she or the guy behind her is a secret shopper, they're not likely to find out.
3) A couple of customers later, a woman moves up to the register and hands me something, saying "Somebody left it on the candy shelves ... a couple of days ago, from the looks of it."
Yes. It was a grim-looking avocado: very dark and wrinkly.
The Ghost of Avocados Past, as it were.
At that point I decided that any other customers coming through my line with avocados would be sent to some other cashier.
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