Warning: This is unintentionally kinda lengthy. o_O
SO I've been a cashier for a good month now (with previous experience) and Wallyworld decides to send me onto self-checkout unsupervised (I'd been on it two or three times with other, Self-Check trained cashiers, but I was still nervous about being on my own.)
My VERY FIRST CUSTOMER EVER steals a pillow. In my three days of self-checkery, I have never had anyone steal something. Or at least, I've never had the kind of stealing where they just don't pay and walk away. (Ringing up potatoes as doughnuts is different.) He distracts me, asking if I had a bigger bag for a pillow. I said no, they have them at the regular checkouts though. He thanked me, and as he did so a new customer walked over and started to check. I glance over to make sure they're not ringing one thing, bagging three, and he walks off. I look over at his robot and it's asking "Do you want to continue with your purchase?" I call out "Sir, sir!" To tell him 'his payment hasn't gone through' even though we both know he didn't try, but he ignores me and leaves. SOOO I call over my CSM, who just so happens to be an outhire that interviewed on the same day I did.
CSM: What do you need?
Me: A customer just stole a pillow, I'm not sure what to I should do.
CSM: -Rolls her eyes- Well you can't do anything about it now.
Me: (A bit annoyed by her rude response) ...Well, what is the procedure? Should I write something up?
CSM: -Sighs in exasperation- Just cancel it and watch the next customers.
Since then, self-check hasn't been so bad. I'm not afraid of approaching customers who conveniently forgot to ring 4 kegs of beer and asking "Was that supposed to be a separate purchase, or do you want me to do an age approval for you now?" so the CSMs like to put me there. It's a little boring (so most cashiers hate it), but I can walk around a little, so I deal. WELL, today I got a royal B. And not just one of the people who are like cursing and swearing at the machine (I actually have to fight not to laugh as a grown man curses out a machine because he has to push "OK" or "Skip Bagging" every few items), this lady was intense.
Well, she's the only one there so it's easy for me to watch her. I'm standing at the counter pressing "45" over and over again because it's wanting my approval for her to skip bagging. She bought a lot of milk and soda and after so many skipped items, the robot wants me to approve every time a new item is skipped. Her son is standing behind her, loading items out of the cart onto the belt and telling her "just wait a second," in a very quiet voice.
She gets out her fabric and the machine tells her it's an unknown item. That's because there are two bar codes -- one for what kind of fabric it is, and one for how long that fabric is. She says "oh, what the fuck?!" and I walk over. She didn't say anything to me, I just said "Oh, let me get that for you." I sign into the cashier keyboard, ring it up, and then close it. She just sighs and keeps going. I hurry back to the counter because she put the fabric in a bag and it's about to beep about an unrecognized item.
The rest of her NINETY-SEVEN ITEM transaction goes by (fairly) smoothly. There are a couple of miffs and I explain, "These were designed with five items or less in mind. After that the machines get a little bit slow. So you're just going a little faster than the machine," which usually satisfies customers because you're reassuring them they're doing nothing wrong. She just shakes her head and keeps going. Finally, she gets to the end and rings up some beer. Well she's some 40-year-old skinny, short, blonde woman. Her son is a 6-ft brown-haired beefcake.
Here's how the conversation went.
SC: Sucky old lady
B: Suck old lady's son
Me: !
SC: -Sees me walking over- I just want to pay!!!
Me: You scanned some alcohol, so I just have to see his idea.
SC: What the hell is this? How dare you, he is my son!
B: -Taking out his ID-
SC: He's 22 but that's not the point! How can you people ask that, he's my son!!
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, but I have to card everybody that looks under forty, and
SC: He's my son!
Me: -Attempting to calm her down by being nice- I'm sorry ma'am, you just didn't look old enough to have a 22-year-old son.
SC: You should not be harrassing us like this
Me: -I take B's ID--he is 22 and it's not expired or peeling (LOL more stories about THAT later)- Alright, let me just let this machine know you're all legal.
SC: This is absolutely ridiculous!
Me: -I finish doing this and walk back to the station as they pay. As they walk by B looks apologetic, so I throw in...- Have a nice night.
SC: Oh shut up!
And they leave. That poor boy. T_T
SO I've been a cashier for a good month now (with previous experience) and Wallyworld decides to send me onto self-checkout unsupervised (I'd been on it two or three times with other, Self-Check trained cashiers, but I was still nervous about being on my own.)
My VERY FIRST CUSTOMER EVER steals a pillow. In my three days of self-checkery, I have never had anyone steal something. Or at least, I've never had the kind of stealing where they just don't pay and walk away. (Ringing up potatoes as doughnuts is different.) He distracts me, asking if I had a bigger bag for a pillow. I said no, they have them at the regular checkouts though. He thanked me, and as he did so a new customer walked over and started to check. I glance over to make sure they're not ringing one thing, bagging three, and he walks off. I look over at his robot and it's asking "Do you want to continue with your purchase?" I call out "Sir, sir!" To tell him 'his payment hasn't gone through' even though we both know he didn't try, but he ignores me and leaves. SOOO I call over my CSM, who just so happens to be an outhire that interviewed on the same day I did.
CSM: What do you need?
Me: A customer just stole a pillow, I'm not sure what to I should do.
CSM: -Rolls her eyes- Well you can't do anything about it now.
Me: (A bit annoyed by her rude response) ...Well, what is the procedure? Should I write something up?
CSM: -Sighs in exasperation- Just cancel it and watch the next customers.
Since then, self-check hasn't been so bad. I'm not afraid of approaching customers who conveniently forgot to ring 4 kegs of beer and asking "Was that supposed to be a separate purchase, or do you want me to do an age approval for you now?" so the CSMs like to put me there. It's a little boring (so most cashiers hate it), but I can walk around a little, so I deal. WELL, today I got a royal B. And not just one of the people who are like cursing and swearing at the machine (I actually have to fight not to laugh as a grown man curses out a machine because he has to push "OK" or "Skip Bagging" every few items), this lady was intense.
Well, she's the only one there so it's easy for me to watch her. I'm standing at the counter pressing "45" over and over again because it's wanting my approval for her to skip bagging. She bought a lot of milk and soda and after so many skipped items, the robot wants me to approve every time a new item is skipped. Her son is standing behind her, loading items out of the cart onto the belt and telling her "just wait a second," in a very quiet voice.
She gets out her fabric and the machine tells her it's an unknown item. That's because there are two bar codes -- one for what kind of fabric it is, and one for how long that fabric is. She says "oh, what the fuck?!" and I walk over. She didn't say anything to me, I just said "Oh, let me get that for you." I sign into the cashier keyboard, ring it up, and then close it. She just sighs and keeps going. I hurry back to the counter because she put the fabric in a bag and it's about to beep about an unrecognized item.
The rest of her NINETY-SEVEN ITEM transaction goes by (fairly) smoothly. There are a couple of miffs and I explain, "These were designed with five items or less in mind. After that the machines get a little bit slow. So you're just going a little faster than the machine," which usually satisfies customers because you're reassuring them they're doing nothing wrong. She just shakes her head and keeps going. Finally, she gets to the end and rings up some beer. Well she's some 40-year-old skinny, short, blonde woman. Her son is a 6-ft brown-haired beefcake.
Here's how the conversation went.
SC: Sucky old lady
B: Suck old lady's son
Me: !
SC: -Sees me walking over- I just want to pay!!!
Me: You scanned some alcohol, so I just have to see his idea.
SC: What the hell is this? How dare you, he is my son!
B: -Taking out his ID-
SC: He's 22 but that's not the point! How can you people ask that, he's my son!!
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, but I have to card everybody that looks under forty, and
SC: He's my son!
Me: -Attempting to calm her down by being nice- I'm sorry ma'am, you just didn't look old enough to have a 22-year-old son.
SC: You should not be harrassing us like this
Me: -I take B's ID--he is 22 and it's not expired or peeling (LOL more stories about THAT later)- Alright, let me just let this machine know you're all legal.
SC: This is absolutely ridiculous!
Me: -I finish doing this and walk back to the station as they pay. As they walk by B looks apologetic, so I throw in...- Have a nice night.
SC: Oh shut up!
And they leave. That poor boy. T_T
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