Death of a Sucky Customer
Relax, no one really dies.
I was on my knees hanging signs when a family of 4 (mom, dad, 1 year old boy, 3 year old girl) walked by. The boy was in the cart, but the girl was walking and taking full advantage of that freedom. She was running this way and that, touching this, pulling that, her snack bowl rattling with dry cereal. The husband, who was tending to the baby, told his wife that she should reprimand the little girl and get her under control (the husband was trying to call her over but couldn’t leave the baby unattended).
Wife: No, no, let her be. I don’t want to cause a scene. That would be so embarrassing. (But letting her run wild in a public place is not embarrassing at all, right?)
Right on cue, the girl intentionally dumped her cereal on the floor and laughed, “Ha ha ha!” The wife gaped, turned beet red, and covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers. The husband just burst out laughing.
Husband: Well it’s a good thing you didn’t discipline her! This is much less embarrassing, right Honey?
The wife just flushed in stunned silence while her husband bent to pick up the mess.
Little Girl: I’ll help you Da-Da! I’m sorry; it was an accident.
I just sat watching trying to too laugh too loudly. I’m betting she’ll keep her kids under control next time. And thus, and un-sucky customer emerged from the ashes; born anew like the mighty phoenix! Huzzah!
Insta-Diabetes Just Add Soda! *patent pending*
I was working near the checkout lanes and see a man come through with a cart overloaded with liter bottles of Mountain Dew. Seriously, he could give a serving of pop to everyone in the super bowl stadium and still have some left over. I don’t know what the heck he was planning of doing with all that pop. Maybe he was tired of life and wanted to put himself into a diabetic coma; who knows. Anyway, he put one bottle on the belt and told the cashier there were 50 bottles in all so she can just scan that one 50 times. I don’t know if he was spatially challenged, absent minded, or intentionally lying, but I could tell just by looking at the sheer mass of Mountain Dew that there was a lot more than 50 bottles in that cart. Luckily, the cashier said no and helped him get all the bottles on the belt so she could count and scan them all. He had a grand total of 79 bottles in his cart.
Relax, no one really dies.
I was on my knees hanging signs when a family of 4 (mom, dad, 1 year old boy, 3 year old girl) walked by. The boy was in the cart, but the girl was walking and taking full advantage of that freedom. She was running this way and that, touching this, pulling that, her snack bowl rattling with dry cereal. The husband, who was tending to the baby, told his wife that she should reprimand the little girl and get her under control (the husband was trying to call her over but couldn’t leave the baby unattended).
Wife: No, no, let her be. I don’t want to cause a scene. That would be so embarrassing. (But letting her run wild in a public place is not embarrassing at all, right?)
Right on cue, the girl intentionally dumped her cereal on the floor and laughed, “Ha ha ha!” The wife gaped, turned beet red, and covered her face with her hands, peeking through her fingers. The husband just burst out laughing.
Husband: Well it’s a good thing you didn’t discipline her! This is much less embarrassing, right Honey?
The wife just flushed in stunned silence while her husband bent to pick up the mess.
Little Girl: I’ll help you Da-Da! I’m sorry; it was an accident.
I just sat watching trying to too laugh too loudly. I’m betting she’ll keep her kids under control next time. And thus, and un-sucky customer emerged from the ashes; born anew like the mighty phoenix! Huzzah!
Insta-Diabetes Just Add Soda! *patent pending*
I was working near the checkout lanes and see a man come through with a cart overloaded with liter bottles of Mountain Dew. Seriously, he could give a serving of pop to everyone in the super bowl stadium and still have some left over. I don’t know what the heck he was planning of doing with all that pop. Maybe he was tired of life and wanted to put himself into a diabetic coma; who knows. Anyway, he put one bottle on the belt and told the cashier there were 50 bottles in all so she can just scan that one 50 times. I don’t know if he was spatially challenged, absent minded, or intentionally lying, but I could tell just by looking at the sheer mass of Mountain Dew that there was a lot more than 50 bottles in that cart. Luckily, the cashier said no and helped him get all the bottles on the belt so she could count and scan them all. He had a grand total of 79 bottles in his cart.

. He'd go through someone else's line if I was covering express, but if I was on a big lane, he'd line up for me. 
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