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I closed tonight. And for once, I had a great workday. The customers weren't sucky, just interesting. Firstly -
I was scanning a lady's groceries and ended up keying in most of the meats, as they labels that the meat department puts on them never want to scan. No biggie. They had marked down some pre-packaged bacon with said labels and I hand-keyed them in without giving it a second thought, and then did the same with some fresh, hot crab legs.
Me: "Your total today is $250.xx"
As soon as it left my mouth I knew something was wrong. Seafood is not that pricey. Poor woman looked devastated and bemused.
W: "You mean this little bit of stuff is gonna cost me two hundred and fifty dollars?!"
Me:
We looked at my screen to discover that her bacon had not been labeled 99 cents, or even a dollar (the correct price), but $99.99 a pack. Yes, a standard, 16oz package of raw bacon slices.
W: "No way! I wanna know what kind of pig they cut THAT from!"
I explained to her that it must have been keyed in wrong and got a sup to void it off. Hey, mistakes happen, and we got a good laugh. Then P, an older man who has taken a job with us bagging groceries until his eyes heal and he can go back to 'normal' work, strolls on up.
Me: "Hey P, look at this. Whatcha think of that bacon?"
P: *after staring at the label for a moment* "HOLY SHIT!"
Maybe you had to be there, but the whole thing struck me as very humorous.
I had a similar situation in my Wallyworld days, when I was waiting on one of my regular customers. She had problems with her legs and was heavy-set, so she always rode in one of the electric carts, and I've never seen her wear anything but a mu-mu. Definitely not someone I would ever want to piss off, but we all loved waiting on her. I remember once there was an f-up with the self check involving her food stamp card that took over two hours to fix (involved several CSM's growing very frustrated with the EBT reps) and not once did she get impatient or yell at us.
This particular time, however, she was just at my register and we were chatting while I rang her through, when I scanned a 'reduced' cake from the bakery and she stares at the screen and goes "UH-UH!" The label for the cake read $6.30. It scanned in at $70.01. We never could figure out how that happened, except maybe a really screwed up Telxon. And yes, next time I saw her, I asked her if the cake had been good ^_^
But back to tonight. I'm ringing out a couple when the wife starts rubbing at her shirt and saying something to her husband about "Well we've been walking all around and he was scratching me, ow!" I thought she must have been talking about a cat that had scratched her at home. Right? Um, no. She dives her hand into her shirt, and out from her cleavage pops a live, bearded dragon. It was about 8 inches long with the tail, I figured, and she said that he was her baby and goes everywhere with her. Just wow. Just think, next time you're in the supermarket, your fellow customers walking past could have pet lizards stuffed down their bras.
Another customer came in with a baby albino bunny rabbit. Yes, we have a no pets policy, but unless they're putting the thing on the conveyor belts or it's leaving gifts everywhere, I simply tell them that I see nothing
Anywho . . . yes. Very interesting night.
I was scanning a lady's groceries and ended up keying in most of the meats, as they labels that the meat department puts on them never want to scan. No biggie. They had marked down some pre-packaged bacon with said labels and I hand-keyed them in without giving it a second thought, and then did the same with some fresh, hot crab legs.
Me: "Your total today is $250.xx"
As soon as it left my mouth I knew something was wrong. Seafood is not that pricey. Poor woman looked devastated and bemused.
W: "You mean this little bit of stuff is gonna cost me two hundred and fifty dollars?!"
Me:
We looked at my screen to discover that her bacon had not been labeled 99 cents, or even a dollar (the correct price), but $99.99 a pack. Yes, a standard, 16oz package of raw bacon slices.
W: "No way! I wanna know what kind of pig they cut THAT from!"
I explained to her that it must have been keyed in wrong and got a sup to void it off. Hey, mistakes happen, and we got a good laugh. Then P, an older man who has taken a job with us bagging groceries until his eyes heal and he can go back to 'normal' work, strolls on up.
Me: "Hey P, look at this. Whatcha think of that bacon?"
P: *after staring at the label for a moment* "HOLY SHIT!"
Maybe you had to be there, but the whole thing struck me as very humorous. I had a similar situation in my Wallyworld days, when I was waiting on one of my regular customers. She had problems with her legs and was heavy-set, so she always rode in one of the electric carts, and I've never seen her wear anything but a mu-mu. Definitely not someone I would ever want to piss off, but we all loved waiting on her. I remember once there was an f-up with the self check involving her food stamp card that took over two hours to fix (involved several CSM's growing very frustrated with the EBT reps) and not once did she get impatient or yell at us.
This particular time, however, she was just at my register and we were chatting while I rang her through, when I scanned a 'reduced' cake from the bakery and she stares at the screen and goes "UH-UH!" The label for the cake read $6.30. It scanned in at $70.01. We never could figure out how that happened, except maybe a really screwed up Telxon. And yes, next time I saw her, I asked her if the cake had been good ^_^
But back to tonight. I'm ringing out a couple when the wife starts rubbing at her shirt and saying something to her husband about "Well we've been walking all around and he was scratching me, ow!" I thought she must have been talking about a cat that had scratched her at home. Right? Um, no. She dives her hand into her shirt, and out from her cleavage pops a live, bearded dragon. It was about 8 inches long with the tail, I figured, and she said that he was her baby and goes everywhere with her. Just wow. Just think, next time you're in the supermarket, your fellow customers walking past could have pet lizards stuffed down their bras.
Another customer came in with a baby albino bunny rabbit. Yes, we have a no pets policy, but unless they're putting the thing on the conveyor belts or it's leaving gifts everywhere, I simply tell them that I see nothing
Anywho . . . yes. Very interesting night.
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