Was working a shift until closing today (which I rarely have to do, thankfully), and got the mother of all "last-minute" shoppers.
STRIKE ONE
Dude comes up to the last open lane with about four minutes to spare, cart piled high with groceries. Okay, annoying enough...
STRIKE TWO
Dude does the, "Oops, left my wallet in the car!" routine, run out to get it while my manager helps to put the remaining groceries on the belt (and -- while I don't own a car myself -- who the hell leaves their wallet in the car? Keep it in yer pants or purse, you idiots! ).
STRIKE THREE
Dude comes back in and sheepishly informs us that he left his wallet at home.
He then calls up his wife as I'm finishing up bagging to tell her to bring his wallet while he waits. I go upstairs to punch out (about five minutes after I was supposed to), and leave, seeing a lone car barreling into the lot at top speed as I go (and it snowed pretty heavily yesterday, leaving the lot fairly slippery).
Fuck's sake, who does their entire week's shopping at 8:30 at night on a SUNDAY?! It's one thing when you have those last-minute assholes doing a quick beer run or to get some munchies for the big game, but an ENTIRE CARRIAGE, despite the increasingly stern warnings about the store closing every 15 minutes for the last hour? The guy at least had the tact to act apologetic about the whole thing, but how about checking your damn pockets the next time you go shopping before you hit the checkout lane, huh?
STRIKE ONE
Dude comes up to the last open lane with about four minutes to spare, cart piled high with groceries. Okay, annoying enough...
STRIKE TWO
Dude does the, "Oops, left my wallet in the car!" routine, run out to get it while my manager helps to put the remaining groceries on the belt (and -- while I don't own a car myself -- who the hell leaves their wallet in the car? Keep it in yer pants or purse, you idiots! ).
STRIKE THREE
Dude comes back in and sheepishly informs us that he left his wallet at home.
He then calls up his wife as I'm finishing up bagging to tell her to bring his wallet while he waits. I go upstairs to punch out (about five minutes after I was supposed to), and leave, seeing a lone car barreling into the lot at top speed as I go (and it snowed pretty heavily yesterday, leaving the lot fairly slippery).
Fuck's sake, who does their entire week's shopping at 8:30 at night on a SUNDAY?! It's one thing when you have those last-minute assholes doing a quick beer run or to get some munchies for the big game, but an ENTIRE CARRIAGE, despite the increasingly stern warnings about the store closing every 15 minutes for the last hour? The guy at least had the tact to act apologetic about the whole thing, but how about checking your damn pockets the next time you go shopping before you hit the checkout lane, huh?
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