Business was pretty brisk today. Not crazy, thankfully, although there were a few times when it edged pretty close to "crazy" territory.
This was one of those times.
Elderly woman comes up to my line with a small buggy -- overloaded to the point of collapse. I ask does she need reusable bags. After some humming and hawing (note: she was far from the only one to do that) she said yes. I rang up three bags even though, looking at her massive collection of "stuff", I knew she would need more than that (you get a bit of a discount if you buy three bags at once). I ring stuff up and start bagging. She finally empties her cart and moves down towards me. I assume she's going to start loading the bags and stuff into her cart.
Nope. She starts fiddling with her cellphone.
I finally run out of room so, midway through ringing her stuff through, I walk around and start putting bags and cases of pop into her buggy. This is nicely slowing down the whole lane, including the two customers waiting in line behind her.
I go back to the register and ring the rest of her stuff through.
She's still fiddling on her phone, poking at the buttons with a stylus. Poke, poke, poke.
I ask if she's got her rewards card. She mumbles something. Poke, poke, poke.
I stop addressing her at all.
Finally she looks up and I give her the total. She mumbles something. I tell her I can't hear her. She mumbles again. By this time I have had enough and I just want her GONE. I give her the total and she pays.
THEN ...
She asks how many rewards points she has. I have no idea. Eventually I realize that she seems to think that just because she was poking at her phone (presumably signing in to the app), somehow the machine has read her phone and put that info on the receipt. I try to explain she has to TAP the phone against the touchscreen to do that.
Her: *blank look*
Oh, and NOW she asks for carryout help. Well, yeah, I'll call somebody, lady, but I hope you've got 10 minutes or so to wait, because the people doing that are the cart wranglers and there's no telling how many are on today, nor where they are when I make the announcement. If they're out in the parking lot collecting carts, they won't hear me. This is why -- hear me out on this -- you ask for that at the start of your transaction.
And of course she's still mumbling about her points. I spot a higher-up going around the corner towards the office and run after her, and say quietly "Will you please come talk to this fucking idiot about her points?"
Higher-up draws the customer away from my till and talks to her. Later on the higher-up comes to me and says, "You know, in future you really should use your ESP so you know when the customer wants to know about their points ...."
Apparently the woman had been complaining and the higher-up said, "Did you TELL the cashier you wanted to know about your points?" Customer indicates no. Higher-up: "Then how is she supposed to know?"
I'm sure the woman walked out of there still feeling hard-done-by but really ... DILLIGAF??
This was one of those times.
Elderly woman comes up to my line with a small buggy -- overloaded to the point of collapse. I ask does she need reusable bags. After some humming and hawing (note: she was far from the only one to do that) she said yes. I rang up three bags even though, looking at her massive collection of "stuff", I knew she would need more than that (you get a bit of a discount if you buy three bags at once). I ring stuff up and start bagging. She finally empties her cart and moves down towards me. I assume she's going to start loading the bags and stuff into her cart.
Nope. She starts fiddling with her cellphone.
I finally run out of room so, midway through ringing her stuff through, I walk around and start putting bags and cases of pop into her buggy. This is nicely slowing down the whole lane, including the two customers waiting in line behind her.
I go back to the register and ring the rest of her stuff through.
She's still fiddling on her phone, poking at the buttons with a stylus. Poke, poke, poke.
I ask if she's got her rewards card. She mumbles something. Poke, poke, poke.
I stop addressing her at all.
Finally she looks up and I give her the total. She mumbles something. I tell her I can't hear her. She mumbles again. By this time I have had enough and I just want her GONE. I give her the total and she pays.
THEN ...
She asks how many rewards points she has. I have no idea. Eventually I realize that she seems to think that just because she was poking at her phone (presumably signing in to the app), somehow the machine has read her phone and put that info on the receipt. I try to explain she has to TAP the phone against the touchscreen to do that.
Her: *blank look*
Oh, and NOW she asks for carryout help. Well, yeah, I'll call somebody, lady, but I hope you've got 10 minutes or so to wait, because the people doing that are the cart wranglers and there's no telling how many are on today, nor where they are when I make the announcement. If they're out in the parking lot collecting carts, they won't hear me. This is why -- hear me out on this -- you ask for that at the start of your transaction.
And of course she's still mumbling about her points. I spot a higher-up going around the corner towards the office and run after her, and say quietly "Will you please come talk to this fucking idiot about her points?"
Higher-up draws the customer away from my till and talks to her. Later on the higher-up comes to me and says, "You know, in future you really should use your ESP so you know when the customer wants to know about their points ...."
Apparently the woman had been complaining and the higher-up said, "Did you TELL the cashier you wanted to know about your points?" Customer indicates no. Higher-up: "Then how is she supposed to know?"
I'm sure the woman walked out of there still feeling hard-done-by but really ... DILLIGAF??
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