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Wherein we learn that 3lbs is very heavy
I work at a retail store whose main service is shipping, mailing, and packaging. Its a small place and the counter is subsequently small. There are 2 registers, with their two scales and usually 2 people around to man them. Also usually a constant barage of SCs. Here is todays finest:
C: co-worker
NC: nice customer (they do exist)
SM: the perp
C is on reg 1 in the middle of a transaction with NC, who's package is sitting on the scale beside her. SM comes through the door carrying a small box. Obviously, reg 1 and its scale are in use, but he's obviously blind because he comes up and sets his package on the scale anyway. C gently picks it up and sets it aside so that its weight does not affect her customer's. Here is the dread exchange which follows this heinous action:
SM: **pissy sounding chuckle**
Me: I can help you over here, sir. **points to reg 2 and scale on other side of counter**
SM: **huff / glare**
Me: ..... **points again and pats scale encouragingly**
SM: I'm not walking all the way over there. I just put this down.
(the counter is about 7ft from one side to the other)
C: (to NC) Do you need any insurance on this?
SM: (at the same time as NC begins her reply) How much does that cost?
C: ... A dollar per hundred, the first hundred is free.
SM: WHAT?!!
Me: I can help you over here, sir.
SM: My package is over here. I'm not picking it back up.
Me: **squeezes behind C, picks up his box, squeezes back and sets it on unused scale** There we go! **smiles**
SM: pays for box (no insurance) saying as few words to me as possible
Me: Thank you, have a good day.
SM: **stomps out**
Me: **gives his back the middle finger**
NC: **laughs**
C: co-worker
NC: nice customer (they do exist)
SM: the perp
C is on reg 1 in the middle of a transaction with NC, who's package is sitting on the scale beside her. SM comes through the door carrying a small box. Obviously, reg 1 and its scale are in use, but he's obviously blind because he comes up and sets his package on the scale anyway. C gently picks it up and sets it aside so that its weight does not affect her customer's. Here is the dread exchange which follows this heinous action:
SM: **pissy sounding chuckle**
Me: I can help you over here, sir. **points to reg 2 and scale on other side of counter**
SM: **huff / glare**
Me: ..... **points again and pats scale encouragingly**
SM: I'm not walking all the way over there. I just put this down.
(the counter is about 7ft from one side to the other)
C: (to NC) Do you need any insurance on this?
SM: (at the same time as NC begins her reply) How much does that cost?
C: ... A dollar per hundred, the first hundred is free.
SM: WHAT?!!
Me: I can help you over here, sir.
SM: My package is over here. I'm not picking it back up.
Me: **squeezes behind C, picks up his box, squeezes back and sets it on unused scale** There we go! **smiles**
SM: pays for box (no insurance) saying as few words to me as possible
Me: Thank you, have a good day.
SM: **stomps out**
Me: **gives his back the middle finger**
NC: **laughs**