Hookay, this happened a couple days ago and actually was what prompted me to start posting on this site.
I have a really nasty cold, one of the kind that hit you like a hammer and just won't leave. One lovely symptom of it is that my voice dies out occasionally. (Even now I sound not unlike a pubescent boy when I try to talk. :P)
Anyway, getting the amount of customer traffic I do, I figure it'd be easier on everyone if I just write a note. Save my voice, save them from not being able to hear me. It read thusly:
'Hi! I'm sorry, but I've lost my voice. How may I help you?'
This goes over well for a while, everyone gets the message and understands I'm not giving 'em the silent treatment on purpose. And this is where we get to Ms. Self Righteous and our tale of woe begins in earnest.
SC- Sucky customer, of course.
Indy- The Amazin' Mostly Mute Cashier
M- my manager, who was on duty with me
SC: *approaches counter, sets a 12 pack of beer up*
Indy: *smiles, holds up note so she can see itU*
SC: *snottily* You've got to be kidding me. *sharp sigh* Fine, I'll also have *mumble.*
Indy: ... *leans in a bit, indicating I can't hear her, mouths 'I'm sorry?'*
SC: You know what? Every time. Every time I come in. You're supposed to give CUSTOMER SERVICE. I--
Indy: *surprised, croaks with some difficulty, hoping if she hears my horrible speech capabilities for herself she'll be appeased* I'm... sorry, but I really can't...
SC: Well, you SHOULD be sorry! You SHOULD be! I'm reporting you, I'm reporting ALL of you!
Indy: *about to cry* I'm...
SC: I'm NEVER coming back here EVER! I'm reporting all of you!
M: It's okay, ma'am. We're going to send her on home.
SC: Good. You give me my change. *SNATCHES it*
Indy: *misses her storming out as she's ducked into the back sobbing*
Now, usually I have a better time of handling customer-abusive wack jobs like this, but said illness must've taken a chunk out of my resistance level because I was really upset- not only over the incident, but that I'd be losing all-too-important hours over it.
*sigh*
I have a really nasty cold, one of the kind that hit you like a hammer and just won't leave. One lovely symptom of it is that my voice dies out occasionally. (Even now I sound not unlike a pubescent boy when I try to talk. :P)
Anyway, getting the amount of customer traffic I do, I figure it'd be easier on everyone if I just write a note. Save my voice, save them from not being able to hear me. It read thusly:
'Hi! I'm sorry, but I've lost my voice. How may I help you?'
This goes over well for a while, everyone gets the message and understands I'm not giving 'em the silent treatment on purpose. And this is where we get to Ms. Self Righteous and our tale of woe begins in earnest.
SC- Sucky customer, of course.
Indy- The Amazin' Mostly Mute Cashier
M- my manager, who was on duty with me
SC: *approaches counter, sets a 12 pack of beer up*
Indy: *smiles, holds up note so she can see itU*
SC: *snottily* You've got to be kidding me. *sharp sigh* Fine, I'll also have *mumble.*
Indy: ... *leans in a bit, indicating I can't hear her, mouths 'I'm sorry?'*
SC: You know what? Every time. Every time I come in. You're supposed to give CUSTOMER SERVICE. I--
Indy: *surprised, croaks with some difficulty, hoping if she hears my horrible speech capabilities for herself she'll be appeased* I'm... sorry, but I really can't...
SC: Well, you SHOULD be sorry! You SHOULD be! I'm reporting you, I'm reporting ALL of you!
Indy: *about to cry* I'm...
SC: I'm NEVER coming back here EVER! I'm reporting all of you!
M: It's okay, ma'am. We're going to send her on home.
SC: Good. You give me my change. *SNATCHES it*
Indy: *misses her storming out as she's ducked into the back sobbing*
Now, usually I have a better time of handling customer-abusive wack jobs like this, but said illness must've taken a chunk out of my resistance level because I was really upset- not only over the incident, but that I'd be losing all-too-important hours over it.
*sigh*


Sorry you had to go through that.

Some people are total jerks. Shame on that hag for being so mean to you when it's obvious you weren't feeling quite 100%. Heaven forbid anyone treat her that way when she's in the same fix! 
I've been on the "I can't talk right now" page before, only with abscessing teeth. I'd have to have Anbesol on my gums, or water, just to stave off the pain. I tacked a note to my apron in high school much like the OP's sign. "I apologize for my silence, I have a tooth ache and the Orajel makes it hard to talk well" or something.



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