When I first started working at Wal-Mart, I worked the garden center. We have a small set of cash registers near the sliding doors leading out into the big green house area with the plants and display grills and stuff. I was cashier at least three days a week, so I got my share of idiots, scammers, smellies, entitlement-whores, and the like. My favorite of all time, however, was this woman who would park in the fire lane right outside the greenhouse doors.
Now, those of you who familiar with Wal-Mart know that you can use our gift cards at the Murphy's gas stations that are usually in our parking lots. You get a 3 cent per gallon discount, so a lot of people run into the garden center, load a card, and leave.
This woman would always appear when I had a long line of people. She would come in, cut in front of the person at the front of the line (who I would be in the process of ringing up), and start the following conversation:
Please note that after SC's first line, I'm not looking at her, I'm trying to pay attention to the person I was originally helping.
SC: *holds out giftcard* "Hi, could you please fill this up for me real quick, I'm parked in the fire lane."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of this guy's/lady's transaction, you'll need to go to the back of the line."
SC: "But I'm parked in the fire lane, I could get a ticket if a cop drives by."
Me: "Ma'am, there really isn't anything I can do about that, you've parked somewhere that isn't an actual parking spot."
SC: *whines* "But it'll only take a second, can I please be next?"
Me: "No, I'm sorry, that would be inconsiderate to the people who have been in line longer."
SC: "Well, what if I got your manager?"
Me: "They would say the same thing. I'd suggest parking your car in the actual parking lot, then coming back."
Really. It's not my fault if you get a ticket for parking in a fire lane, even in your fantasy world.
Now, those of you who familiar with Wal-Mart know that you can use our gift cards at the Murphy's gas stations that are usually in our parking lots. You get a 3 cent per gallon discount, so a lot of people run into the garden center, load a card, and leave.
This woman would always appear when I had a long line of people. She would come in, cut in front of the person at the front of the line (who I would be in the process of ringing up), and start the following conversation:
Please note that after SC's first line, I'm not looking at her, I'm trying to pay attention to the person I was originally helping.
SC: *holds out giftcard* "Hi, could you please fill this up for me real quick, I'm parked in the fire lane."
Me: "I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of this guy's/lady's transaction, you'll need to go to the back of the line."
SC: "But I'm parked in the fire lane, I could get a ticket if a cop drives by."
Me: "Ma'am, there really isn't anything I can do about that, you've parked somewhere that isn't an actual parking spot."
SC: *whines* "But it'll only take a second, can I please be next?"
Me: "No, I'm sorry, that would be inconsiderate to the people who have been in line longer."
SC: "Well, what if I got your manager?"
Me: "They would say the same thing. I'd suggest parking your car in the actual parking lot, then coming back."
Really. It's not my fault if you get a ticket for parking in a fire lane, even in your fantasy world.
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