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Apparently I'm supposed to be Line Police now and babysit the line while I'm trying to do everything else as well. My CWs and even my parents make fun of me for being so intent on the single customer in front of me that I can't focus on who is in the line. Plus our registers are set up in an awkward way so there technically can't be a single line, there's just some kind of weird ordered cluster mob of people. I DON'T BABYSIT THAT.
Setting the stage: There is no line. A woman is at my CW's register and he's having a problem with her order. I scamper on over to him and figure it out in about a minute. After I turn back around to my register there is a man standing there counting out 1.75 to buy a bottle of pop. I walk over, he hands me the change I hit the button and he's out of there. After he walks off (his transaction was literally less than a couple seconds) a huffy looking woman comes up to my line and here's what she said:
"EXCUSE ME, MA'AM! I was standing over there for THREE MINUTES and HE got served BEFORE ME!"
Now when someone is this weird...I just pretend they didn't say anything at all. So I just asked her if she had a rewards card and treated her as if she hadn't said anything. She huffed and mumbled her "Nevermind." when she left. Her transaction was only a few seconds too.
Note to all customers: If you're going to stand in a "line" behind one register, don't be surprised when someone jumps in at a different register because they're closer than you are. You should stay far back enough that you're at an equal distance from the registers in use so that you have the ability to choose which one. Also: I can't see you behind the racks. I'm tiny and you're 3 or 4 inches lower than me which makes you hard to see. GET OVER YOURSELF AND POLICE YOUR OWN PLACE IN LINE.
So What Do I Do Now? I Can't Get Gas?
No Mr. I-think-it's-a-good-idea-to-pay-with-a-100-at-a-gas-station. You can't get gas until I can get you 80 dollars because you only want 20 on a pump.
I did end up teaching one guy a lesson the hard way though. He handed me a 50 for a 5 dollar purchase. I handed him 15 ones along with a bunch of fives. He seemed rather put out.
Why is it so hard for people to realize that no convenience stores in this state have alcohol in them? They seem dazed. Like they have no idea where any alcohol could possibly be because there's no such thing as a beer store in their states. I know there are beer stores in your state, buddy, you can't fool me. I'm FROM THERE. So don't look at me all wide-eyed because we don't have your favorite tall boy in our back cooler. You go down this road right here and on your right is a bar where you can get a six pack. Okay? Okay. We're done here, get out of here and stop trying to tell me that it's BS that we don't have beer.
We have but one lottery register. I know the Powerball is some ridiculous amount of winnings but that doesn't make my predicament any different than usual. You still have to go to THAT register to make your lottery purchases.
Me: You'll have to go down to that register for Powerball.
SC: You can't just walk over there?
Me: No.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because it would be impossible for me and my CW to use the same lottery machine at the same time.
SC: This is outrageous...
Water, water, everywhere, but no Dasani--Christ it's a travesty.
Dasani is on sale. We don't have it. Surprise surprise, everyone bought it. A woman comes in and I'm walking past. This woman kept saying it "DIE-sani."
SC: YOU DON'T HAVE DASANI.
Me: ...*looks at the cooler door* We have the--
SC: AAAAAH AAAH AAAH (that noise rude people make when they want you to shut up) NO. THE ONES ON SAAAAALE. GO LOOK IN THE BACK.
Me: ...................................... *walks into the back of the coolers and stands there for about a minute. It feels nice because it's cold. I come back out."
SC: IS THERE ANY?!
Me: ....no. *walks away*
When she went up to the counter she said to my CW. "I GUESS I'LL JUST HAAAAVE TO GET THIS WATER SINCE THERE ISN'T ANY DASANI."
Setting the stage: There is no line. A woman is at my CW's register and he's having a problem with her order. I scamper on over to him and figure it out in about a minute. After I turn back around to my register there is a man standing there counting out 1.75 to buy a bottle of pop. I walk over, he hands me the change I hit the button and he's out of there. After he walks off (his transaction was literally less than a couple seconds) a huffy looking woman comes up to my line and here's what she said:
"EXCUSE ME, MA'AM! I was standing over there for THREE MINUTES and HE got served BEFORE ME!"
Now when someone is this weird...I just pretend they didn't say anything at all. So I just asked her if she had a rewards card and treated her as if she hadn't said anything. She huffed and mumbled her "Nevermind." when she left. Her transaction was only a few seconds too.
Note to all customers: If you're going to stand in a "line" behind one register, don't be surprised when someone jumps in at a different register because they're closer than you are. You should stay far back enough that you're at an equal distance from the registers in use so that you have the ability to choose which one. Also: I can't see you behind the racks. I'm tiny and you're 3 or 4 inches lower than me which makes you hard to see. GET OVER YOURSELF AND POLICE YOUR OWN PLACE IN LINE.
So What Do I Do Now? I Can't Get Gas?
No Mr. I-think-it's-a-good-idea-to-pay-with-a-100-at-a-gas-station. You can't get gas until I can get you 80 dollars because you only want 20 on a pump.
I did end up teaching one guy a lesson the hard way though. He handed me a 50 for a 5 dollar purchase. I handed him 15 ones along with a bunch of fives. He seemed rather put out.
Why is it so hard for people to realize that no convenience stores in this state have alcohol in them? They seem dazed. Like they have no idea where any alcohol could possibly be because there's no such thing as a beer store in their states. I know there are beer stores in your state, buddy, you can't fool me. I'm FROM THERE. So don't look at me all wide-eyed because we don't have your favorite tall boy in our back cooler. You go down this road right here and on your right is a bar where you can get a six pack. Okay? Okay. We're done here, get out of here and stop trying to tell me that it's BS that we don't have beer.
We have but one lottery register. I know the Powerball is some ridiculous amount of winnings but that doesn't make my predicament any different than usual. You still have to go to THAT register to make your lottery purchases.
Me: You'll have to go down to that register for Powerball.
SC: You can't just walk over there?
Me: No.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because it would be impossible for me and my CW to use the same lottery machine at the same time.
SC: This is outrageous...
Water, water, everywhere, but no Dasani--Christ it's a travesty.
Dasani is on sale. We don't have it. Surprise surprise, everyone bought it. A woman comes in and I'm walking past. This woman kept saying it "DIE-sani."
SC: YOU DON'T HAVE DASANI.
Me: ...*looks at the cooler door* We have the--
SC: AAAAAH AAAH AAAH (that noise rude people make when they want you to shut up) NO. THE ONES ON SAAAAALE. GO LOOK IN THE BACK.
Me: ...................................... *walks into the back of the coolers and stands there for about a minute. It feels nice because it's cold. I come back out."
SC: IS THERE ANY?!
Me: ....no. *walks away*
When she went up to the counter she said to my CW. "I GUESS I'LL JUST HAAAAVE TO GET THIS WATER SINCE THERE ISN'T ANY DASANI."
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