It's been a really long while since I've updated, but I do read here all the time, I promise
I'm a 2 - year cashier veteran at my WD in Southern Alabama. Our store is HUGE.
I had the 6 - 3 shift this morning. On a sunday. So much boring, trying to look busy by straightening candy before the OMG! church is out! rush. Whee.
"Hey, aren't those 4 for 5?!!"
"Yes sir, they are $1.25. *ring ring*"
"Why aren't they 4 for 5?!"
"Sir, Five divided by 4 is one and a quarter. So, yes they are 4 for 5."
Bah, learn basic math people. I know you live in alabama, but you appear to know how to dress yourself, why not counting?
Next, it's "4.49!!!!" man.
Me: *rings up his deli lunch.* "$5.39 sir"
Dummy: "?!?!?! IT'S 4.491!!!!"
Me: "Um. Our deli lunches are 4.99--"
Dummy: "NEVER MIND I DON'T WANT IT!!!! *storms out*
Customer behind him: "GOOD RIDDANCE! Hell, I'll take his chicken."
Lol, she bought his lunch cuz it was chicken tenders and potatoes :P
Last memorable one from today:
It's 3:15. My relief has finally decided to stroll in. *We REALLY need to be strickter about people being late. "Don't do it again" 50x in a row isn't really helping.*
I cut my light, put my sign up, and finish the last woman. (Who in the hell needs $500 in groceries every week? Yeesh..)
Me: *signs off register and starts cleaning*
Idiot woman with huge buggy: *storms into my line and moves my sign.*
Me: "ER, mam, I'm closed."
Her: *glare* "and?"
Me: "Um, I don't have any money in this register anymore. There's no way I can check you out."
Her: *huff* "Fine!" *storms to self check outs*
That was all minor from today, here's one from about a month or so ago..
It's OMG BUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSYYYYYYYYYYYY Saturday night rush, and we're all backed up. Fun fun.
Asshat: *Throws stuff on belt*
ME: "Hi, do you have your Winn-Dixie card?"
AH: "No." *glare* (Okay, speil time)
ME: "Okay, do you have a phone # so I can pull you up, or do you not have one at all?"
Me: "One more time, a little slower please..." (WHY do they spit it out all in one stream? I can only type so fast!)
AH: " THREE THREE FOUR REST OF MY NUMBER I SCREAM!!!"
Me: *Rings crap* *gives total*
AH: "What was my number?"
AH: "Where's my phone number? I know you took it."
ME: "Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about."
AH: "Whatever" *slides credit card, and I pull reciept for him to sign.* He signs. and doesn't let go of receipt.
ME: "Sir, I need to keep that."
ME: Um, cuz the credit card company has to have the signiture for it to be valid.
AH: "What's my credit card number? I know you have it."
ME: "Excuse me?"
Ah: " I know you have it, you're gonna take my idenity, and take me for everything like that other bitch."
Me: *Pages for manager before I take his head off* "Sir, I have no idea what you are talking about, and I don't appreciate being accused of stealing. I have NO WAY of getting your number!"
AH: "Yeah right, I'll see you in court." *Throws reciept at me and storms out.*
Next customer: "Um, sweetie, are you okay?"
Me: *Flips light out so I can go to back for a minute* Yah, I'm gonna go scream at the break room wall and I'll be just fine. *finishes cashing her out.*
I took my 30 min break after that, and bitched at my manager the entire time. Fucker, don't accuse me of stealing idenity... I've had it happen to me, but it doesn't mean you have to lash out at every cashier because of it..