Bf and I were at Wal-Mart for our weekly mullet hunt Wal-Mart grocery shopping venture.
The self checkouts were PACKED. I mean packed. Almost every cashier at regular registers were standing at the end of their aisles trying to wave customers over, but everyone insisted on waiting for the self checkout lines to die down.
*what does that say about our Wal-Mart cashiers? I've refused to go to any of them since I had one too many bags of items or one too many items forgotten and a few cashiers insisting on bagging frozen items with cleaning supplies and boxed items with sloppy wet meat*
One self checkout was down for whatever reason. I could see that someone was fixing it from another room, because the screen kept changing. Bf and I let a lady with only two items go ahead of us.
That self checkout that was down went back to the main screen and the "on" light turned on. The lady in front of us started to walk towards it, but the self checkout monitor cashier yelled "It DON'T work!". The lady ignored her (which, yes, is kinda sucky) and started to scan her items. It worked.
The self checkout monitor saw this, and threw her arms up and rolled her eyes and walked away, took a deep breath and walked back, and asked the lady "Is it working alright?" to which the lady answered, "Yes."
I admit, at all my retail jobs, there were times that I wanted to throw my arms up and scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to throttle people. I wanted to go outside and scream and throw things. But did I ever do it in front of customers? N. Somehow, I always managed to keep my cool. If customers insisted on not heeding my warnings, I just let them make asses of themselves so I could quietly laugh inside.
I thought it was rather rude of her to throw her arms up and sigh...but at the same time, I did kind of feel her pain.
The self checkouts were PACKED. I mean packed. Almost every cashier at regular registers were standing at the end of their aisles trying to wave customers over, but everyone insisted on waiting for the self checkout lines to die down.
*what does that say about our Wal-Mart cashiers? I've refused to go to any of them since I had one too many bags of items or one too many items forgotten and a few cashiers insisting on bagging frozen items with cleaning supplies and boxed items with sloppy wet meat*
One self checkout was down for whatever reason. I could see that someone was fixing it from another room, because the screen kept changing. Bf and I let a lady with only two items go ahead of us.
That self checkout that was down went back to the main screen and the "on" light turned on. The lady in front of us started to walk towards it, but the self checkout monitor cashier yelled "It DON'T work!". The lady ignored her (which, yes, is kinda sucky) and started to scan her items. It worked.
The self checkout monitor saw this, and threw her arms up and rolled her eyes and walked away, took a deep breath and walked back, and asked the lady "Is it working alright?" to which the lady answered, "Yes."
I admit, at all my retail jobs, there were times that I wanted to throw my arms up and scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to throttle people. I wanted to go outside and scream and throw things. But did I ever do it in front of customers? N. Somehow, I always managed to keep my cool. If customers insisted on not heeding my warnings, I just let them make asses of themselves so I could quietly laugh inside.
I thought it was rather rude of her to throw her arms up and sigh...but at the same time, I did kind of feel her pain.



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