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Two villages, each short an idiot
Saturday, I'm on a register. Two guys walk up (with nothing, by the way), and request two boxes of cigarettes. I'm like "ohhhkaaayyyy" (because the service desk is 15 feet away, and THAT'S where the cigarettes are kept! Oh yeah, and they have registers there also, so you can magically PAY for them there as well!). Anyhow, I send my bagger to go get them, and he comes back a minute later (it's also FASTER if you go directly to them as well). The total comes out to a whopping $6 and change. They pay with a $100. Grr...I HATE when people do this! So they completely wipe me out. COMPLETELY. I (politely) mention to them that we GREATLY appreciate them going to the service desk to break large bills with a small order, because they have a lot more money than we do. It just makes everyone's lives easier. And the best part of this story is: one of the dudes had a shirt on that said "Stupidity should be painful". One of my co-workers said I should have asked him if he was in pain haha.
Express....self-explanatory
I was on the express lane (10 and under) this evening. It was steady, and I was about to help the next customer. I glanced, and saw that her order took up most of the belt (regular sized register). I immediately begin to say " Just so you know, this is express. I'll go ahead and take you, but we appreciate it if you try to keep it under 10.", but I only got to "just so you know..." when I looked at the order again, and realized it was spread out and had large items. So I said "Oh, nevermind."
Her: Nevermind....what?
Me: Oh, I just realized that your order isn't as big as I though it was. I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye at first, and then when I looked at it again, I realized that you really didn't have that much.
Her: Ok......what WERE you going to say ?
Me: Oh, just that it's express, so we appreciate it if you keep it under 10, but you're fine. [insert genuine smile here - I'm good at those!]
Her: [snotty tone] Well, there's no one behind me, and I have 12, FYI (yes, she really said "FYI"
Me: [growing annoyed] Really...you're ok. I'm sorry about the confusion!
Her: I'm in here all the time, and I'm always cordial! But it's OK. (I can't tell here if she was being genuine or catty....likely catty).
Me: That's alright. You're just fine.
*finishes transaction*
Have a good night, and sorry about the misunderstanding!
Gah....what is it with some people?
Clothes, they do a body good!
I'm blocking (leveling, whatever y'all call it) cat food tonight, and I'm sitting on the floor (this is important) because I'm working on the bottom shelf. A girl walks by, and I say hi...without paying much attention. She asks where the Pedigree dog food is, so I tell her to keep going....keep going, etc. She finds it and thanks me. Now...I'm on the floor. She had a dress (if it can be called that) on that came like a quarter inch BELOW her butt cheeks. As she's walking down the aisle, she's consciously pulling the dress down over said butt cheeks. Therefore, because I'm ON THE FLOOR, I got a quarter moon. Lovely. At least it was JUST the butt, but my goodness. Put some clothes on that body (and no, she wasn't cute, hot, or otherwise)! I had to go get two more people to see this, or else NO ONE would believe me!
You watch your kids for a reason, duh!
Another story from tonight. We have those hallmark cards that play music when you open them, and have recently received the gift bags that do the same thing. I'm on the aisle near that display, and I see a woman wandering around the aisle...definitely off in lala never never land. Great. Then, I hear the sound of at least 3 of those blasted things going off at once (cards and bags). I look over, and there are two kids who are 100% absolutely this lady's kids. Spectacular. Cue babysitting role. So I watch them out of the corner of my eye - it's my motherly instinct. Mom LEAVES THE AISLE to go who-knows-where. About this time, the kids realize that Mom's gone, and decide the best way to find her is to RUN THROUGH THE STORE! They're probably between 6 and 8....very close in age if not twins. They're running up and down the aisles. Grr....that's SO not safe! And Mom didn't even care to watch them. That really REALLY bothers me.
Saturday, I'm on a register. Two guys walk up (with nothing, by the way), and request two boxes of cigarettes. I'm like "ohhhkaaayyyy" (because the service desk is 15 feet away, and THAT'S where the cigarettes are kept! Oh yeah, and they have registers there also, so you can magically PAY for them there as well!). Anyhow, I send my bagger to go get them, and he comes back a minute later (it's also FASTER if you go directly to them as well). The total comes out to a whopping $6 and change. They pay with a $100. Grr...I HATE when people do this! So they completely wipe me out. COMPLETELY. I (politely) mention to them that we GREATLY appreciate them going to the service desk to break large bills with a small order, because they have a lot more money than we do. It just makes everyone's lives easier. And the best part of this story is: one of the dudes had a shirt on that said "Stupidity should be painful". One of my co-workers said I should have asked him if he was in pain haha.
Express....self-explanatory
I was on the express lane (10 and under) this evening. It was steady, and I was about to help the next customer. I glanced, and saw that her order took up most of the belt (regular sized register). I immediately begin to say " Just so you know, this is express. I'll go ahead and take you, but we appreciate it if you try to keep it under 10.", but I only got to "just so you know..." when I looked at the order again, and realized it was spread out and had large items. So I said "Oh, nevermind."
Her: Nevermind....what?
Me: Oh, I just realized that your order isn't as big as I though it was. I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye at first, and then when I looked at it again, I realized that you really didn't have that much.
Her: Ok......what WERE you going to say ?
Me: Oh, just that it's express, so we appreciate it if you keep it under 10, but you're fine. [insert genuine smile here - I'm good at those!]
Her: [snotty tone] Well, there's no one behind me, and I have 12, FYI (yes, she really said "FYI"
Me: [growing annoyed] Really...you're ok. I'm sorry about the confusion!
Her: I'm in here all the time, and I'm always cordial! But it's OK. (I can't tell here if she was being genuine or catty....likely catty).
Me: That's alright. You're just fine.
*finishes transaction*
Have a good night, and sorry about the misunderstanding!
Gah....what is it with some people?
Clothes, they do a body good!
I'm blocking (leveling, whatever y'all call it) cat food tonight, and I'm sitting on the floor (this is important) because I'm working on the bottom shelf. A girl walks by, and I say hi...without paying much attention. She asks where the Pedigree dog food is, so I tell her to keep going....keep going, etc. She finds it and thanks me. Now...I'm on the floor. She had a dress (if it can be called that) on that came like a quarter inch BELOW her butt cheeks. As she's walking down the aisle, she's consciously pulling the dress down over said butt cheeks. Therefore, because I'm ON THE FLOOR, I got a quarter moon. Lovely. At least it was JUST the butt, but my goodness. Put some clothes on that body (and no, she wasn't cute, hot, or otherwise)! I had to go get two more people to see this, or else NO ONE would believe me!
You watch your kids for a reason, duh!
Another story from tonight. We have those hallmark cards that play music when you open them, and have recently received the gift bags that do the same thing. I'm on the aisle near that display, and I see a woman wandering around the aisle...definitely off in lala never never land. Great. Then, I hear the sound of at least 3 of those blasted things going off at once (cards and bags). I look over, and there are two kids who are 100% absolutely this lady's kids. Spectacular. Cue babysitting role. So I watch them out of the corner of my eye - it's my motherly instinct. Mom LEAVES THE AISLE to go who-knows-where. About this time, the kids realize that Mom's gone, and decide the best way to find her is to RUN THROUGH THE STORE! They're probably between 6 and 8....very close in age if not twins. They're running up and down the aisles. Grr....that's SO not safe! And Mom didn't even care to watch them. That really REALLY bothers me.
I once had a fat, ugly coworker who thought she was the hottest chick she knew. The only way she'd ever be hot is if someone set her on fire. Anyway, she came in on one of her nights off to buy beer. She was wearing this tube top and short shorts set. 
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