...and unrepentant about it.
As you might know, the past week plus has been almost hellish in this part of the country, with temperatures over 100 for at least 5 days (to put it in perspective, even one day in triple-digits is more than in a normal year). Now, I'm a relatively healthy younger male, so only having one window-mounted AC unit in the room I'm using the most is sufficient, but I also don't drive (Note: Important). I was getting prepared for an event over the weekend, and knew I needed to bus up to the local Wart of Mal to pick up some things I know I'd need. I planned my trip for early morning, around 7AMish (Again, important).
While there, I get what i'm after, but also find a decent pair of shorts that are my size, and not jeans, but still sturdy, and 'impulse purchase' them. I head for the checkout:
Me: Orange, black and fuzzy
TC: The Contrarian (AKA The Cashier: senior citizen, female)
TC: (tries to scan package, won't go) The code's split. (Starts keying in the code manually, getting an error at first, but then it finally goes)
Me: (having already rejected a different package for having a hole in the bag) Really? Just my luck. (turning to gentleman behind me in line) Sorry 'bout this. If I'd known this had this problem, I'd've gotten a different bag.
TC: (Goes to scan other item, where I notice it gets rung up twice)
Me: Err, did that go twice?
TC: Oh, yeah. Need to remove one. (voids the duplicate scan, and completes transaction. Gives total, which is close to $40)
Me: (Pays by card) By the way, could I get change for a $1?
TC: Sorry. We're not a bank. Can't give you change.
Me: For real?
TC: I don't make the policy. Just can't do it.
Me: Fuckin' ridiculous. (Composing self) Sorry. The frustration's not with you; it's at The Powers That Be.
So, I go to the Kroger a few doors down, and they break the dollar at the service desk, even without my needing to purchase anything.
Of course, the real assholes here are the public transportation people who, in more than 25 years, haven't included 'giving change' as one of their service improvements.
Turns out that while all the crap about the change happened, I didn't get my receipt. It either wasn't offered, or I did a stupid and left it. I decided that if TC was gonna be a 'jobsworth', I was going to make sure she did everything her job description required of her and get it. I mean, I figured I'd need it if for some reason I needed to return any of the items, like if the shorts didn't fit for some strange reason. So, I get back to the same register, and wait for the current customer to be finished before making my move.
Me: Umm, do you have my receipt? I was just here about 5 minutes ago, and I noticed I didn't have it.
TC: You had the (Lists the items I bought), right?
Me: Yeah.
TC: Normally, I don't keep these around if they get left. I throw them away. (Hands me receipt)
Me: Thanks. Good to have this if I need it. (I leave, and start for the bus stop to go home)
Now, after thinking this through, maybe I was a bit of a jackass, but at the time, I just kept thinking "Really? I dropped $40 bucks in the place, and I can't even get change for a dollar? What kind of stupidity is that? And she'd really just pitch my proof of purchase if I didn't take it like that? I hope the returns desk will work with me if I need to deal with them", and so, like I said earlier, I don't feel terribly remorseful over what I said and did.
As you might know, the past week plus has been almost hellish in this part of the country, with temperatures over 100 for at least 5 days (to put it in perspective, even one day in triple-digits is more than in a normal year). Now, I'm a relatively healthy younger male, so only having one window-mounted AC unit in the room I'm using the most is sufficient, but I also don't drive (Note: Important). I was getting prepared for an event over the weekend, and knew I needed to bus up to the local Wart of Mal to pick up some things I know I'd need. I planned my trip for early morning, around 7AMish (Again, important).
While there, I get what i'm after, but also find a decent pair of shorts that are my size, and not jeans, but still sturdy, and 'impulse purchase' them. I head for the checkout:
Me: Orange, black and fuzzy
TC: The Contrarian (AKA The Cashier: senior citizen, female)
TC: (tries to scan package, won't go) The code's split. (Starts keying in the code manually, getting an error at first, but then it finally goes)
Me: (having already rejected a different package for having a hole in the bag) Really? Just my luck. (turning to gentleman behind me in line) Sorry 'bout this. If I'd known this had this problem, I'd've gotten a different bag.
TC: (Goes to scan other item, where I notice it gets rung up twice)
Me: Err, did that go twice?
TC: Oh, yeah. Need to remove one. (voids the duplicate scan, and completes transaction. Gives total, which is close to $40)
Me: (Pays by card) By the way, could I get change for a $1?
TC: Sorry. We're not a bank. Can't give you change.
Me: For real?
TC: I don't make the policy. Just can't do it.
Me: Fuckin' ridiculous. (Composing self) Sorry. The frustration's not with you; it's at The Powers That Be.
So, I go to the Kroger a few doors down, and they break the dollar at the service desk, even without my needing to purchase anything.
Of course, the real assholes here are the public transportation people who, in more than 25 years, haven't included 'giving change' as one of their service improvements.
Turns out that while all the crap about the change happened, I didn't get my receipt. It either wasn't offered, or I did a stupid and left it. I decided that if TC was gonna be a 'jobsworth', I was going to make sure she did everything her job description required of her and get it. I mean, I figured I'd need it if for some reason I needed to return any of the items, like if the shorts didn't fit for some strange reason. So, I get back to the same register, and wait for the current customer to be finished before making my move.
Me: Umm, do you have my receipt? I was just here about 5 minutes ago, and I noticed I didn't have it.
TC: You had the (Lists the items I bought), right?
Me: Yeah.
TC: Normally, I don't keep these around if they get left. I throw them away. (Hands me receipt)
Me: Thanks. Good to have this if I need it. (I leave, and start for the bus stop to go home)
Now, after thinking this through, maybe I was a bit of a jackass, but at the time, I just kept thinking "Really? I dropped $40 bucks in the place, and I can't even get change for a dollar? What kind of stupidity is that? And she'd really just pitch my proof of purchase if I didn't take it like that? I hope the returns desk will work with me if I need to deal with them", and so, like I said earlier, I don't feel terribly remorseful over what I said and did.

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