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Wow... so nearly a decade ago, I posted a story about a crotchety, mean-spirited old prune calling out a young-looking married pregnant woman, claiming that she must have been a knocked-up teenager.
Full story here http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=11917
The grocery store she worked at (and never got fired from) closed down several years ago and is now the gym I work out at during my off schedule.
Fast forward from May of 2007 to last night, I'm at a completely different grocery store closer to the house I now live in, no kidding fifteen miles from where the gym is. I think I've found a decent line and start moving that way when I hear a familiar, high-pitched and demanding voice. "No, don't put ALL those soda bottles on the belt! Just give me one and tell me how many you have. God, dumbass, I'm trying to help you out here." A beat later "will you hold that bag of dog food up so I can see the bar code. I'm not walking around the counter to scan that... Honey, the reason you're having trouble lifting it up is because you don't get enough exercise. Hurry up. I have three more people behind you. If carrying a twenty-pound bag is a problem, maybe you shouldn't feed your dog so much."
I look down the line to see the same crotchety, mean-spirited old prune who has only become more crotchety, more mean-spirited, and even prunier since her old place closed. No wonder this line is so short. I shift lanes, but keep an ear open.
"You should be nicer to your customers," someone warns.
"I'm not paid enough to be nice," she sneers as she rings them up. Her newest customer pays, starts walking away, and realizes that she's been double charged for something. She goes to confront the angsty old bitty, who just huffs and puffs, then growls. "Why come to me? Go over to customer service and they'll fix it. I haven't got the time." Threats of a complaint are made. The reply is "go ahead and complain. It ain't gonna do you no good. They ain't never getting rid of me."
"Wow," I say to the nice cashier I'm checking out with, "what a real winner."
"Tell me about it," the girl says, "she's been here two weeks and already everyone hates her. But she's one of like three people who can work any day, any time. She's not going anywhere."
Well, crap.
Full story here http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=11917
The grocery store she worked at (and never got fired from) closed down several years ago and is now the gym I work out at during my off schedule.
Fast forward from May of 2007 to last night, I'm at a completely different grocery store closer to the house I now live in, no kidding fifteen miles from where the gym is. I think I've found a decent line and start moving that way when I hear a familiar, high-pitched and demanding voice. "No, don't put ALL those soda bottles on the belt! Just give me one and tell me how many you have. God, dumbass, I'm trying to help you out here." A beat later "will you hold that bag of dog food up so I can see the bar code. I'm not walking around the counter to scan that... Honey, the reason you're having trouble lifting it up is because you don't get enough exercise. Hurry up. I have three more people behind you. If carrying a twenty-pound bag is a problem, maybe you shouldn't feed your dog so much."
I look down the line to see the same crotchety, mean-spirited old prune who has only become more crotchety, more mean-spirited, and even prunier since her old place closed. No wonder this line is so short. I shift lanes, but keep an ear open.
"You should be nicer to your customers," someone warns.
"I'm not paid enough to be nice," she sneers as she rings them up. Her newest customer pays, starts walking away, and realizes that she's been double charged for something. She goes to confront the angsty old bitty, who just huffs and puffs, then growls. "Why come to me? Go over to customer service and they'll fix it. I haven't got the time." Threats of a complaint are made. The reply is "go ahead and complain. It ain't gonna do you no good. They ain't never getting rid of me."
"Wow," I say to the nice cashier I'm checking out with, "what a real winner."
"Tell me about it," the girl says, "she's been here two weeks and already everyone hates her. But she's one of like three people who can work any day, any time. She's not going anywhere."
Well, crap.
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