Had a... not a lady... she was a bitch of the highest degree tonight.
My thoughts in italics.
RJ: "Hi, how are you tonight?"
B: "You know, one of these days I'm going to stop coming here, because I can get the same shit anywhere else, cheaper, and I hate the way you do your coupons."
RJ: *blink, blink, uh, okay...* That's a great way to endear me to you.
B: "I didn't even bother bringing in the coupon from yesterday, because I just know you wouldn't have taken it."
RJ: No, of course I wouldn't have taken it, it's expired!
B: I will use this coupon on this item, and this coupon on this item."
RJ: "I'm sorry, ma'am, one coupon per transaction, and besides, that's next week's coupon."
B: "Well, then, I'll just give it to this guy who came in with me, and he'll buy it."
RJ: "I couldn't do that anyway. It's still NEXT week's coupon, and I can only do one coupon per customer per day."
GiB (Guy in Background): "I don't even have the same last name as her."
RJ: Congrats, however, you came in together, according to my managers, you are one customer.
B finally stops bitching.
I ring her out, get her money.
RJ: "Your zip code?"
B: "You don't need it."
RJ: *sigh* Then you don't need a receipt, do you? *type in generic zip, give her receipt, and notice that I missed something that she was about to take out with her* "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice that..." (It was a loop of lanyard leather, or something)
B: *growl, takes thing, and throws it over my register, far enough that I have to go collect it*
Yes, good job, you really showed me. See you next week, by the way.
My thoughts in italics.
RJ: "Hi, how are you tonight?"
B: "You know, one of these days I'm going to stop coming here, because I can get the same shit anywhere else, cheaper, and I hate the way you do your coupons."
RJ: *blink, blink, uh, okay...* That's a great way to endear me to you.
B: "I didn't even bother bringing in the coupon from yesterday, because I just know you wouldn't have taken it."
RJ: No, of course I wouldn't have taken it, it's expired!
B: I will use this coupon on this item, and this coupon on this item."
RJ: "I'm sorry, ma'am, one coupon per transaction, and besides, that's next week's coupon."
B: "Well, then, I'll just give it to this guy who came in with me, and he'll buy it."
RJ: "I couldn't do that anyway. It's still NEXT week's coupon, and I can only do one coupon per customer per day."
GiB (Guy in Background): "I don't even have the same last name as her."
RJ: Congrats, however, you came in together, according to my managers, you are one customer.
B finally stops bitching.
I ring her out, get her money.
RJ: "Your zip code?"
B: "You don't need it."
RJ: *sigh* Then you don't need a receipt, do you? *type in generic zip, give her receipt, and notice that I missed something that she was about to take out with her* "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice that..." (It was a loop of lanyard leather, or something)
B: *growl, takes thing, and throws it over my register, far enough that I have to go collect it*
Yes, good job, you really showed me. See you next week, by the way.
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