This past week has seen the return of several customers that I hoped had moved to a different store or state or universe...but no They're back. While non of them did anything sucky this past week I just know something's coming.
Weirdo 1
Cashier: Okay ma'am that's (total).
SC: I'm going to write a check. (writes check, hands it to cashier)
Cashier: Okay. And I need to see your ID.
SC: Why?
Cashier: It's store policy ma'am.
SC: I've shopped here for years and never had to show my ID before.
The cashier looks to me, the bagger, for help since she's 16, this is her first week and she's being yelled at for following the rules.
Me: Ma'am she needs to see your ID, we've had a run of bad and stolen checks lately so we need to check ID on all checks.
SC: I'M NOT USING A STOLEN CHECK!
Me: That's good but we still need to see some ID.
SC: FINE! (throws her drivers liscense at the cashier, I'm mentally willing the cashier to just get this bitch check out so we can all move on with our lives.)
Cashier: Um..Danjo...the name on the Driver's Liscene doesn't match the check.
ME: (internally) DAMN DAMN DAMN!
SC: It's my mother's check. I"M SHOPPING FOR MY MOTHER!
Me: Well I'm sorry ma'am we can't take a check if the person whose name is on the check isn't here.
SC: I DO IT ALL THE TIME!
ME: I'm sorry but unless you have power of attorney over your mother's account we can't take it.
SC: She's racist! (pointing to the cashier.)
Now, the cashier is black the SC is white. Even if it was true...which is wasn't...it's best to not call black people racist.
Cashier: I....
ME: (Not wanting to be in the middle of a race related incident.) Ma'am do you have a debit card or atm card from your mother's account.
SC: NO GODDAMNIT!
ME: Could you right a check from your account and jus thav eyour mother pay you back?
SC: NOOO! YOU'RE RACIST! (pointing at me now...the whitest human being alive.)
ME: (to cashier) Call the manager over...
Shortening this up a bit. After being told the same thing by 3 office personel, the CSM, the assistant manager, and finally the store manager, she leaves goes to the bank and gets some money.
The kicker in all this. She's tried to do this on several occasions and normally just throws a fit until she gets her way. She just tried to do it to the wrong manager that day.
Weirdo 2:
This customer comes up to me one day, grabs me by the arm, and without warning says. "I bet you don't remember a time before ball point pens."
Then leaves.
'Kaaaaaaay...
Weirdo 1
Cashier: Okay ma'am that's (total).
SC: I'm going to write a check. (writes check, hands it to cashier)
Cashier: Okay. And I need to see your ID.
SC: Why?
Cashier: It's store policy ma'am.
SC: I've shopped here for years and never had to show my ID before.
The cashier looks to me, the bagger, for help since she's 16, this is her first week and she's being yelled at for following the rules.
Me: Ma'am she needs to see your ID, we've had a run of bad and stolen checks lately so we need to check ID on all checks.
SC: I'M NOT USING A STOLEN CHECK!
Me: That's good but we still need to see some ID.
SC: FINE! (throws her drivers liscense at the cashier, I'm mentally willing the cashier to just get this bitch check out so we can all move on with our lives.)
Cashier: Um..Danjo...the name on the Driver's Liscene doesn't match the check.
ME: (internally) DAMN DAMN DAMN!
SC: It's my mother's check. I"M SHOPPING FOR MY MOTHER!
Me: Well I'm sorry ma'am we can't take a check if the person whose name is on the check isn't here.
SC: I DO IT ALL THE TIME!
ME: I'm sorry but unless you have power of attorney over your mother's account we can't take it.
SC: She's racist! (pointing to the cashier.)
Now, the cashier is black the SC is white. Even if it was true...which is wasn't...it's best to not call black people racist.
Cashier: I....
ME: (Not wanting to be in the middle of a race related incident.) Ma'am do you have a debit card or atm card from your mother's account.
SC: NO GODDAMNIT!
ME: Could you right a check from your account and jus thav eyour mother pay you back?
SC: NOOO! YOU'RE RACIST! (pointing at me now...the whitest human being alive.)
ME: (to cashier) Call the manager over...
Shortening this up a bit. After being told the same thing by 3 office personel, the CSM, the assistant manager, and finally the store manager, she leaves goes to the bank and gets some money.
The kicker in all this. She's tried to do this on several occasions and normally just throws a fit until she gets her way. She just tried to do it to the wrong manager that day.
Weirdo 2:
This customer comes up to me one day, grabs me by the arm, and without warning says. "I bet you don't remember a time before ball point pens."
Then leaves.
'Kaaaaaaay...
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