I've noticed this as both as a retail worker and a customer.
Why is it people wait until they get to the front of the register to start hauling out crap?
Retail side: I completely HATE IT when I have to redo the transaction because some twit pulls out something that requires me to go back and give them a discount. I especially hate certain Teachers. Some figure out the message and pull out their card beforehand, but not a week goes by when I have my retail life messed up by some snotty Teacher that feels she's automaticlly entitled to a discount because she has to deal with middle school kids going at her with Pencil Shanks and forgets to pull her card out when i'm in the middle of the purchase.
Customer side: On a different slant, I never catch a break when I have a few items, and some windbag with oodles of stuff manages to tie up an entire checkout line because of some little spat or a question or whatever. I even blew up once because this gas-guzzling soccer mom spent 3 minutes looking for her Credit card. All the while I see she has a wad full of $100 bills in her purse.
Pay for your fucking stuff with cash and GET OUT OF THE WAY!! was my unabashed response to this woman.
Why is it people wait until they get to the front of the register to start hauling out crap?
Retail side: I completely HATE IT when I have to redo the transaction because some twit pulls out something that requires me to go back and give them a discount. I especially hate certain Teachers. Some figure out the message and pull out their card beforehand, but not a week goes by when I have my retail life messed up by some snotty Teacher that feels she's automaticlly entitled to a discount because she has to deal with middle school kids going at her with Pencil Shanks and forgets to pull her card out when i'm in the middle of the purchase.
Customer side: On a different slant, I never catch a break when I have a few items, and some windbag with oodles of stuff manages to tie up an entire checkout line because of some little spat or a question or whatever. I even blew up once because this gas-guzzling soccer mom spent 3 minutes looking for her Credit card. All the while I see she has a wad full of $100 bills in her purse.
Pay for your fucking stuff with cash and GET OUT OF THE WAY!! was my unabashed response to this woman.
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