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So I'm moving up the ladder at the store, I am... THE ASS MAN. (Assistant Manager. One of three. At a c-store with a staff of six. But still...)
Whiny Woman comes up to my counter with two cans of Rockstar energy drinks. For the last two months these have been on sale, 2 for $3, but as of the first that's done for now. They're $2.50 each with deposit, but people pay that for 'em. Really. Hell if I know why.
My cashier rings her up because I'm with another customer. Of course there's a line. There's always a line when things go pear-shaped.
WW: You know these are supposed to be two for $3, right?
C: (asks me) Are they still on sale or did that end on the first?
Me: (because I read memos.) That ended on the first, I'm sorry.
WW: Well that sign there said two for $3. You need to fix that.
Me: (dammit) Okay. Well, I'm with a customer. Give me two seconds and I can fix that for you and give you the sale price.
WW: No, I'll pay $5 for them, but you need to take that sign down. (She pays, runs on out the door.)
So I scoot on over there to take down the sign before someone else pitches a bitch session about it. Except, of course, there's no sign. Not for the Rockstar. There *is* a sign that clearly says "some other damn kind" 2 for $3.
I did my bit. I offered to help. It's worth whining about, but it's not worth two seconds to wait for me to do my job and give you a break you surely don't deserve because I'm trying to help your ungrateful ass.
/end shouty rant
//end bottle of beer. Now I'm out.
Whiny Woman comes up to my counter with two cans of Rockstar energy drinks. For the last two months these have been on sale, 2 for $3, but as of the first that's done for now. They're $2.50 each with deposit, but people pay that for 'em. Really. Hell if I know why.
My cashier rings her up because I'm with another customer. Of course there's a line. There's always a line when things go pear-shaped.
WW: You know these are supposed to be two for $3, right?
C: (asks me) Are they still on sale or did that end on the first?
Me: (because I read memos.) That ended on the first, I'm sorry.
WW: Well that sign there said two for $3. You need to fix that.
Me: (dammit) Okay. Well, I'm with a customer. Give me two seconds and I can fix that for you and give you the sale price.
WW: No, I'll pay $5 for them, but you need to take that sign down. (She pays, runs on out the door.)
So I scoot on over there to take down the sign before someone else pitches a bitch session about it. Except, of course, there's no sign. Not for the Rockstar. There *is* a sign that clearly says "some other damn kind" 2 for $3.
I did my bit. I offered to help. It's worth whining about, but it's not worth two seconds to wait for me to do my job and give you a break you surely don't deserve because I'm trying to help your ungrateful ass.
/end shouty rant
//end bottle of beer. Now I'm out.
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