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So today I'm cashiering in the pits of hell when a few different women come together to my lane and unload all their stuff on the belt. Mind you, everything was smashed together with no breaks or dividers. I ring up 200 dollars worth of merchandise and give the woman her total. They all look at me in horror, like I've suddenly grown two heads.
"Wha? How? Did you ring everything up together?? I only had the shoes!!"
Yep, it was only the very first item I scanned that was hers. She somehow neglected to notice that I scanned 200 dollars worth of merchandise.
So I start voiding everything off, except for the shoes and give her her new total. Then of course the card reader won't work. At one point she presses the wrong button and has to start over. Each time she had to start over she was putting on a show of making huge exasperated sighs. Then she'd tap buttons and shoot me those "Um, okay, WTF?!" looks when it wouldn't work. And hold her hand out in that 'Um, hello?" gesture.
Then the lady who was next in line (who wasn't with the woman's group) said to her, "You know, it's not YOUR fault, but it's funny how they said this lane woul be the fastest, and...(looks up at me) well, look at how it ends up."
Lady, how on earth is it my fault that these broads don't know how to use a fucking divider, speak up, or pay attention? How is my fault that the card reader works like shit? And that she accidently cancelled the transaction by hitting the wrong button and I had to have her start over again? Please tell me. I just stared at her for a moment, amazed. We had ourselves a little staredown there for a minute.
There is the possibility that the first lady DID tell me that she only had the shoes, since my ears are currently filled up so that I'm half deaf. However, she still should have freakin' been observant enough to see that I was ringing up everything (200 bucks worth of crap) and to stop me before I had EVERYTHING bagged.
"Wha? How? Did you ring everything up together?? I only had the shoes!!"
Yep, it was only the very first item I scanned that was hers. She somehow neglected to notice that I scanned 200 dollars worth of merchandise.
So I start voiding everything off, except for the shoes and give her her new total. Then of course the card reader won't work. At one point she presses the wrong button and has to start over. Each time she had to start over she was putting on a show of making huge exasperated sighs. Then she'd tap buttons and shoot me those "Um, okay, WTF?!" looks when it wouldn't work. And hold her hand out in that 'Um, hello?" gesture.
Then the lady who was next in line (who wasn't with the woman's group) said to her, "You know, it's not YOUR fault, but it's funny how they said this lane woul be the fastest, and...(looks up at me) well, look at how it ends up."
Lady, how on earth is it my fault that these broads don't know how to use a fucking divider, speak up, or pay attention? How is my fault that the card reader works like shit? And that she accidently cancelled the transaction by hitting the wrong button and I had to have her start over again? Please tell me. I just stared at her for a moment, amazed. We had ourselves a little staredown there for a minute.
There is the possibility that the first lady DID tell me that she only had the shoes, since my ears are currently filled up so that I'm half deaf. However, she still should have freakin' been observant enough to see that I was ringing up everything (200 bucks worth of crap) and to stop me before I had EVERYTHING bagged.
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