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85 Bottles of Gatorade?!
When I worked at Kroger, things were usually pretty boring. But when things got interesting (without becoming illegal), they really got interesting.
These guys weren't sucky, just . . . .weird.
One weekend we had a sale on the big bottles of Gatorade: 2 for 1. No limit. Well, things were going pretty quietly when we had an Indian boy (probably 9 years old) come to one of our lines and buy 10-15 bottles. Nobody thought anything of it. Soon after, an Indian girl (probably 7) came through one of our lines. No big deal, right? Well, she too bought 10-15 bottle of Gatorade! A couple of us at the front have noticed this, and are thinking "Eh?"
Then . . . an Indian man comes through and buys 10-15 bottles of Gatorade. By now some of us are like
One of the sackers looks out and sees that the boy and girl are standing outside a white van with no windows (just a tad creepy . . .) and that there is a woman (we assumed their mother) and an older man (we assumed the grandfather) standing with them. As soon as the man we assumed is the father gets back to the car, the mother starts coming in. She too buys . . . you guessed it: 10-15 bottles of Gatorade.
They all cycle in and out of the store (boy, girl, father, mother, grandfather) and by now, every employee at the front end has noticed. We kind of want to point out to them that they don't have to try and trick us; there is no limit on our 2 for 1 Gatorade sale. But we're all too busy watching and laughing and being intruiged by it all. The sackers, being pretty bored, start counting how many bottles the family was accumulating. Between all of us (this was back before I became a cashier) we counted 85-90 bottles of Gatorade in varying flavors!
We all had our theories, ranging from the idiotic ("they're gonna build bombs out of them and blow us up!") to the more rational ("they probably just bought them here to sell at their own store" (happens more often than you think)). Or maybe they just really like Gatorade!
Right after the grandfather left with the last of the bottles, our floor manager, in a very composed and professional manner, paged the assistant manager to call his register. However, when his register phone rang, he couldn't help but lose control of his laughter when, instead of answering "Register whatever" or "This is whoever," he answered, "You're not gonna believe this!"
These guys weren't sucky, just . . . .weird.
One weekend we had a sale on the big bottles of Gatorade: 2 for 1. No limit. Well, things were going pretty quietly when we had an Indian boy (probably 9 years old) come to one of our lines and buy 10-15 bottles. Nobody thought anything of it. Soon after, an Indian girl (probably 7) came through one of our lines. No big deal, right? Well, she too bought 10-15 bottle of Gatorade! A couple of us at the front have noticed this, and are thinking "Eh?"
Then . . . an Indian man comes through and buys 10-15 bottles of Gatorade. By now some of us are like
One of the sackers looks out and sees that the boy and girl are standing outside a white van with no windows (just a tad creepy . . .) and that there is a woman (we assumed their mother) and an older man (we assumed the grandfather) standing with them. As soon as the man we assumed is the father gets back to the car, the mother starts coming in. She too buys . . . you guessed it: 10-15 bottles of Gatorade.
They all cycle in and out of the store (boy, girl, father, mother, grandfather) and by now, every employee at the front end has noticed. We kind of want to point out to them that they don't have to try and trick us; there is no limit on our 2 for 1 Gatorade sale. But we're all too busy watching and laughing and being intruiged by it all. The sackers, being pretty bored, start counting how many bottles the family was accumulating. Between all of us (this was back before I became a cashier) we counted 85-90 bottles of Gatorade in varying flavors!
We all had our theories, ranging from the idiotic ("they're gonna build bombs out of them and blow us up!") to the more rational ("they probably just bought them here to sell at their own store" (happens more often than you think)). Or maybe they just really like Gatorade!
Right after the grandfather left with the last of the bottles, our floor manager, in a very composed and professional manner, paged the assistant manager to call his register. However, when his register phone rang, he couldn't help but lose control of his laughter when, instead of answering "Register whatever" or "This is whoever," he answered, "You're not gonna believe this!"
We kind of wanted to tell them, but we wanted to see just how far they would go.
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