This is one of the work stories I have that I remember as one of the more shocking ones I've experienced.
It all started one busy Sunday afternoon during my stint as self-checkout attendant. The person who was assigned to the cashier's station that day was about an hour late for lunch, so my manager pulled me off cart pushing and sent me to cover the lunch. Because there was only one person running cashier station for large-order and small-order self-checkouts, I was in charge of both. It was a welcome break for me. I enjoyed running self-checkouts and knew what I was doing, and I really needed a break from the hot summer sun.
First, a little background on the self-checkouts. Of all the places in the store, the self-checkouts were the culprits of the highest stockloss. This happens when people switch clearance tags from their corresponding item to another totally unrelated item in some far-off corner of the store away from the surveillance cameras. Then they come through the self-checkouts and scan the items themselves, thinking that because they don't go through a lane with an actual cashier that they can get away with the price-switched merchandise for huge discounts. Sadly, this happened a lot, and the price switchers brought said items back to the store without a receipt and tried to return it for full price. Because of this, we were all told to keep our eyes open and to stay near the cashier's station so we could pay attention to each individual transaction.
Now that you know that, back to the story. Things seemed to be going great for most of the lunch...until it happened. A normal-looking guy, who looked to be in his 40's, approached me at the cashier's station. Little did I know that he seemed to be on a mission to yell at someone, and that someone was going to be me.
Screaming Guy: SG
Me:
Me: Hi, sir! How can I help you today?
SG: I'm gonna come through these things, and I need someone to scan my stuff and hit the button to make sure my s*** gets itemized!
Me: I apologize, sir, but I'm in charge of 10 of these self-checkouts at the moment and have to stay here at the cashier's station to watch over the area. I'd be happy to help you should you need me, so feel free to ask.
Screaming Guy didn't show me the least bit of respect, I was respectful to him all the way through. Despite that fact, things were about to start coming off the rails--and it wouldn't even be the most off-the-rails part of the saga of Screaming Guy.
SG: I don't f****** BELIEVE IT! This is the worst f****** store in the WHOLE D*** TOWN! Maybe if they would hire some f****** people who KNEW HOW TO F****** DO CUSTOMER SERVICE, the world would be BETTER!
I'm standing there in shock. By this time, the customers on nearly all the self-checkout bots have stopped scanning their orders and are staring Screaming Guy down. One lady even stopped mid-order and ran down to the service desk to tell my coworkers that she had witnessed the situation, the dude screamed at me for no reason, and I was not at fault for any part of the situation. A minute or two later, I see the guy at the desk talking to my boss. I have to see what's going on, so I see one of my coworkers walking by and ask them to cover the cashier's station while I went down and snooped into the conversation.
I did not believe my ears. Just as I got down to the desk, I overheard my boss telling Screaming Guy that he did nothing wrong...and then gave him a gift card for his inconvenience.
Let's recap. Screaming Guy yells at me because I won't abandon taking care of all my customers to give him special treatment. Screaming Guy makes the jaws of everyone within earshot drop to the floor. Lady leaves self-checkout bot with a running start to beat Screaming Guy to the service desk to clear me from fault. Boss gives Screaming Guy gift card for screaming in my face. But that's not all, folks!
My coworker who was assigned to self-checkout attendant came back from lunch while all this was going on, so I went back to my duties as a cart slave. I went back out on the lot and started pushing in a group of carts that I'd already put together before I covered the lunch. All seemed normal, until things went as much off-the-rails as they would go.
I noticed a Volkswagen Beetle coming straight at me. I let the carts go and dodged out of the way. I managed to get a look at who was behind the wheel. It was Screaming Guy. Driving a Slug Bug. With a little yellow flower next to the steering wheel.
In case you're wondering, I was fine. You may not be surprised judging by my former boss's reaction to Screaming Guy during her first encounter, but the guy didn't even get banned from the store for all this. They didn't even pull the footage of the guy trying to run over me with his car and even refused to call the cops. I still saw him occasionally back when I still worked there, and I chuckled a little knowing he acted like a tough manly-man but he drove a Volkswagen Beetle.
It all started one busy Sunday afternoon during my stint as self-checkout attendant. The person who was assigned to the cashier's station that day was about an hour late for lunch, so my manager pulled me off cart pushing and sent me to cover the lunch. Because there was only one person running cashier station for large-order and small-order self-checkouts, I was in charge of both. It was a welcome break for me. I enjoyed running self-checkouts and knew what I was doing, and I really needed a break from the hot summer sun.
First, a little background on the self-checkouts. Of all the places in the store, the self-checkouts were the culprits of the highest stockloss. This happens when people switch clearance tags from their corresponding item to another totally unrelated item in some far-off corner of the store away from the surveillance cameras. Then they come through the self-checkouts and scan the items themselves, thinking that because they don't go through a lane with an actual cashier that they can get away with the price-switched merchandise for huge discounts. Sadly, this happened a lot, and the price switchers brought said items back to the store without a receipt and tried to return it for full price. Because of this, we were all told to keep our eyes open and to stay near the cashier's station so we could pay attention to each individual transaction.
Now that you know that, back to the story. Things seemed to be going great for most of the lunch...until it happened. A normal-looking guy, who looked to be in his 40's, approached me at the cashier's station. Little did I know that he seemed to be on a mission to yell at someone, and that someone was going to be me.
Screaming Guy: SG
Me:
Me: Hi, sir! How can I help you today?
SG: I'm gonna come through these things, and I need someone to scan my stuff and hit the button to make sure my s*** gets itemized!
Me: I apologize, sir, but I'm in charge of 10 of these self-checkouts at the moment and have to stay here at the cashier's station to watch over the area. I'd be happy to help you should you need me, so feel free to ask.
Screaming Guy didn't show me the least bit of respect, I was respectful to him all the way through. Despite that fact, things were about to start coming off the rails--and it wouldn't even be the most off-the-rails part of the saga of Screaming Guy.
SG: I don't f****** BELIEVE IT! This is the worst f****** store in the WHOLE D*** TOWN! Maybe if they would hire some f****** people who KNEW HOW TO F****** DO CUSTOMER SERVICE, the world would be BETTER!
I'm standing there in shock. By this time, the customers on nearly all the self-checkout bots have stopped scanning their orders and are staring Screaming Guy down. One lady even stopped mid-order and ran down to the service desk to tell my coworkers that she had witnessed the situation, the dude screamed at me for no reason, and I was not at fault for any part of the situation. A minute or two later, I see the guy at the desk talking to my boss. I have to see what's going on, so I see one of my coworkers walking by and ask them to cover the cashier's station while I went down and snooped into the conversation.
I did not believe my ears. Just as I got down to the desk, I overheard my boss telling Screaming Guy that he did nothing wrong...and then gave him a gift card for his inconvenience.
Let's recap. Screaming Guy yells at me because I won't abandon taking care of all my customers to give him special treatment. Screaming Guy makes the jaws of everyone within earshot drop to the floor. Lady leaves self-checkout bot with a running start to beat Screaming Guy to the service desk to clear me from fault. Boss gives Screaming Guy gift card for screaming in my face. But that's not all, folks!
My coworker who was assigned to self-checkout attendant came back from lunch while all this was going on, so I went back to my duties as a cart slave. I went back out on the lot and started pushing in a group of carts that I'd already put together before I covered the lunch. All seemed normal, until things went as much off-the-rails as they would go.
I noticed a Volkswagen Beetle coming straight at me. I let the carts go and dodged out of the way. I managed to get a look at who was behind the wheel. It was Screaming Guy. Driving a Slug Bug. With a little yellow flower next to the steering wheel.
In case you're wondering, I was fine. You may not be surprised judging by my former boss's reaction to Screaming Guy during her first encounter, but the guy didn't even get banned from the store for all this. They didn't even pull the footage of the guy trying to run over me with his car and even refused to call the cops. I still saw him occasionally back when I still worked there, and I chuckled a little knowing he acted like a tough manly-man but he drove a Volkswagen Beetle.
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