So some of you may have read about this incident in November: http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...d.php?t=103451 Since then I tend to tell people when I can't lift stuff and I do my best to at least slide soda packs to the other side of the scanner. That doesn't always work well, though, because the ledge is tiny on that side.
Anyway, I got rear-ended Friday night so my right wrist was a little sore. We have a soda sale this week--perfect timing. I've been doing my best all night to scan and move them over to the other side if I can. But to put them across the great divide in the counter over by the card reader is kind of hard to do. I was dealing with sodas all night in different ways, really just trying to see what would work. No one complained.
And then it happened. I came back from break and waited for J to finish with her current customer so I could get back on my register when I saw her--the next woman, who looked very unhappy, and whom I kind of recognized. Now, if I recognize you and you look unhappy, it's probably because I've ticked you off before or you are annoyed with us every time you shop here. I was going to take over and deal with this woman, and I just knew... So everything went ok, though she didn't look happy that I was her cashier. OK, whatever; I have had to deal with customers that don't like me and it goes fine.
Just as she was finishing with the card reader, the supervisor walked up and asked me a question. So, since my head was turned, I didn't see what happened, but heard the soda crash to the floor. It didn't leak, but of course I wanted to get her a new pack. Supervisor immediately offered to look in the display we had up front and I went on to the next customer. I guess we didn't have that flavor up front, and we could've had someone bring it up from the back, but the woman told her daughter angrily to stay where she was and went back to the soda aisle. She was clearly very angry, and she could've been mad at her daughter (did she drop it? I don't know), but given that I know her face, she's probably royally ticked at us. We didn't even drop it, and right away were on getting her a new one. Ugh. I think she's just one of those always-angry people.
Anyway, I got rear-ended Friday night so my right wrist was a little sore. We have a soda sale this week--perfect timing. I've been doing my best all night to scan and move them over to the other side if I can. But to put them across the great divide in the counter over by the card reader is kind of hard to do. I was dealing with sodas all night in different ways, really just trying to see what would work. No one complained.
And then it happened. I came back from break and waited for J to finish with her current customer so I could get back on my register when I saw her--the next woman, who looked very unhappy, and whom I kind of recognized. Now, if I recognize you and you look unhappy, it's probably because I've ticked you off before or you are annoyed with us every time you shop here. I was going to take over and deal with this woman, and I just knew... So everything went ok, though she didn't look happy that I was her cashier. OK, whatever; I have had to deal with customers that don't like me and it goes fine.
Just as she was finishing with the card reader, the supervisor walked up and asked me a question. So, since my head was turned, I didn't see what happened, but heard the soda crash to the floor. It didn't leak, but of course I wanted to get her a new pack. Supervisor immediately offered to look in the display we had up front and I went on to the next customer. I guess we didn't have that flavor up front, and we could've had someone bring it up from the back, but the woman told her daughter angrily to stay where she was and went back to the soda aisle. She was clearly very angry, and she could've been mad at her daughter (did she drop it? I don't know), but given that I know her face, she's probably royally ticked at us. We didn't even drop it, and right away were on getting her a new one. Ugh. I think she's just one of those always-angry people.
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