Credit Card Lady
Have you ever noticed that when someone's credit card is declined they always look at you as if it's you're fault? Yes, I told the computer to hate you.
CCL: Your machine is broken!
Me: It could be, but that's very unlikely. Why don't we try running it through again?
CCL: (runs it through, declined) IT'S BROKEN! I KNOW I HAVE MONEY!
Me: I'm sorry, do you have another way of paying?
CCL: STOP BEING A SMART ASS! YOU NEED TO FIX THIS!
Me: Ma'am, why don't you call the number on your card. They can assist you better than I can.
CCL: NO! IT DOESN'T LIKE MY CARD! YOUR MACHINE DOESN'T TAKE MY BANK! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THAT'S SO RUDE!
Me: I have the same card as you. Our machine is not broken. (I grab her items and toss them in the cart behind me. She leaves, then comes storming back in.)
CCL: YOU STOLE MY CARD! GIVE IT BACK!
Me: I'm sorry?
CCL: YOU STOLE MY CARD!
Me: Listen lady, I never even touched your cards. That's what these nifty little swipe em' yourself machines are for.
CCL: WELL THEN WHERE IS IT!
Me: I'd suggest looking in your purse. (CCL pulls her wallet out and proceeds to dump its contents on our counter. She has like, 30 cards. After passing over her card 3 times, she finally finds it, calls me a bitch, and leaves. Really, why would I even want to steal a card that had been declined. I'd be the worst thief ever.)
We're the only ones here, deal with it
I think I saw a post relating to this one somewhere. If I come across it again I'll link to it.
This middle eastern man came in to buy some foam. I said hello, but he ignored me. Not too uncommon. Things got weird though when he tried to check out. I told him he needed to have it measured, but he ignored me and just stood there. I told him again that he needed to have it measured. Finally I was like, whatever, it's a full piece, I'll check him out and put it through the system when I'm done. So I tell him his total and he gives me the nastiest look I have ever seen. The kinda look like I'm scum that doesn't deserve to breath the same air as him look. He then barks at me:
SC: Get me a man
Me: We don't have any men working here at the moment
SC: Then call one (he wrinkles his nose at me and frowns as if this short exchange is slowly killing him on the inside. Dude, this is a craft store, we have one guy that works here. This is a pretty estrogen dominated field. I guess it has to do with his religion, but you can't expect the whole world to bend to your beliefs. I hated going to my grandparents temple cause the women were forced to sit upstairs. I know how strict religion can be, I really do. But discriminating based on sex is kinda a big no no around these parts.)
SC: YOU WILL GET ME A MAN!
Me: Well, my male CW is in New Jersey. If you'd like to wait four hours to check out I could give him a call. Otherwise just give me the xxx.xx and get out.
SC: You should learn your place (ok, practicing your beliefs are fine, forcing them on me is not.)
Me: Well at the moment my place is behind this register, and I'm really, really trying to help. When I'm done here at work my place will be anywhere I damn well please. (Defeated, he finally pays and leaves. It was a really frustrating experience. I've had people hate me cause I'm jewish, I've had people hate me cause I'm gay, I've had people hate me cause I choose to put pink highlights in my hair and wear a spiked bracelet next to my trendy pandora bracelet, I've had guys treat me like a stupid girl or call me little darlin' or something-they quickly learn to put their balls away- but I've never had anyone treat me so poorly simply because I have a vagina and not a penis. I try to be open minded about other beliefs and values different from my own, but I was really having a hard time with this one.)
Have you ever noticed that when someone's credit card is declined they always look at you as if it's you're fault? Yes, I told the computer to hate you.
CCL: Your machine is broken!
Me: It could be, but that's very unlikely. Why don't we try running it through again?
CCL: (runs it through, declined) IT'S BROKEN! I KNOW I HAVE MONEY!
Me: I'm sorry, do you have another way of paying?
CCL: STOP BEING A SMART ASS! YOU NEED TO FIX THIS!
Me: Ma'am, why don't you call the number on your card. They can assist you better than I can.
CCL: NO! IT DOESN'T LIKE MY CARD! YOUR MACHINE DOESN'T TAKE MY BANK! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THAT'S SO RUDE!
Me: I have the same card as you. Our machine is not broken. (I grab her items and toss them in the cart behind me. She leaves, then comes storming back in.)
CCL: YOU STOLE MY CARD! GIVE IT BACK!
Me: I'm sorry?
CCL: YOU STOLE MY CARD!
Me: Listen lady, I never even touched your cards. That's what these nifty little swipe em' yourself machines are for.
CCL: WELL THEN WHERE IS IT!
Me: I'd suggest looking in your purse. (CCL pulls her wallet out and proceeds to dump its contents on our counter. She has like, 30 cards. After passing over her card 3 times, she finally finds it, calls me a bitch, and leaves. Really, why would I even want to steal a card that had been declined. I'd be the worst thief ever.)
We're the only ones here, deal with it
I think I saw a post relating to this one somewhere. If I come across it again I'll link to it.
This middle eastern man came in to buy some foam. I said hello, but he ignored me. Not too uncommon. Things got weird though when he tried to check out. I told him he needed to have it measured, but he ignored me and just stood there. I told him again that he needed to have it measured. Finally I was like, whatever, it's a full piece, I'll check him out and put it through the system when I'm done. So I tell him his total and he gives me the nastiest look I have ever seen. The kinda look like I'm scum that doesn't deserve to breath the same air as him look. He then barks at me:
SC: Get me a man
Me: We don't have any men working here at the moment
SC: Then call one (he wrinkles his nose at me and frowns as if this short exchange is slowly killing him on the inside. Dude, this is a craft store, we have one guy that works here. This is a pretty estrogen dominated field. I guess it has to do with his religion, but you can't expect the whole world to bend to your beliefs. I hated going to my grandparents temple cause the women were forced to sit upstairs. I know how strict religion can be, I really do. But discriminating based on sex is kinda a big no no around these parts.)
SC: YOU WILL GET ME A MAN!
Me: Well, my male CW is in New Jersey. If you'd like to wait four hours to check out I could give him a call. Otherwise just give me the xxx.xx and get out.
SC: You should learn your place (ok, practicing your beliefs are fine, forcing them on me is not.)
Me: Well at the moment my place is behind this register, and I'm really, really trying to help. When I'm done here at work my place will be anywhere I damn well please. (Defeated, he finally pays and leaves. It was a really frustrating experience. I've had people hate me cause I'm jewish, I've had people hate me cause I'm gay, I've had people hate me cause I choose to put pink highlights in my hair and wear a spiked bracelet next to my trendy pandora bracelet, I've had guys treat me like a stupid girl or call me little darlin' or something-they quickly learn to put their balls away- but I've never had anyone treat me so poorly simply because I have a vagina and not a penis. I try to be open minded about other beliefs and values different from my own, but I was really having a hard time with this one.)



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