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New Year's Day. I'm sick, and want nothing more than to go home, but who would believe me if I'd called out sick opening shift New Year's Day?
Enter a gentleman early, with a toilet seat. He'd bought an elongated, needed a rounded. Easy return. I invited him back to returns to check out since it was dead slow, so he wouldn't have to wait at a regular register, and didn't think anything of it.
An hour before I leave, he comes back with the new toilet seat, sad because it was the one he needed but it didn't fit on his toilet. I suspected I knew what was wrong, so I opened it up to look at it. I was right, and it was the kind where you screw the bolt to the toilet, then snap the seat in place. He looked sheepish, thanked me for showing him, and went to the car. A minute later, he was back, asking where to find a toilet paper holder. A few minutes after THAT...
Gentleman: Can I check out with you again?
Me: Sure, why not?
G: *grins, strikes a dramatic tone* We MUST stop meeting like this! People will talk!
Me:
Maybe it's fate that you be rung up by me every time you come here.
G: *mock gasp* But what if my wife finds out? She'll kill me!
Me: I won't tell her if you don't tell my husband.
G: Oh good. My marriage is saved!
It was a silly little exchange, but it got me through my shift.
Enter a gentleman early, with a toilet seat. He'd bought an elongated, needed a rounded. Easy return. I invited him back to returns to check out since it was dead slow, so he wouldn't have to wait at a regular register, and didn't think anything of it.
An hour before I leave, he comes back with the new toilet seat, sad because it was the one he needed but it didn't fit on his toilet. I suspected I knew what was wrong, so I opened it up to look at it. I was right, and it was the kind where you screw the bolt to the toilet, then snap the seat in place. He looked sheepish, thanked me for showing him, and went to the car. A minute later, he was back, asking where to find a toilet paper holder. A few minutes after THAT...
Gentleman: Can I check out with you again?
Me: Sure, why not?
G: *grins, strikes a dramatic tone* We MUST stop meeting like this! People will talk!
Me:
Maybe it's fate that you be rung up by me every time you come here.G: *mock gasp* But what if my wife finds out? She'll kill me!
Me: I won't tell her if you don't tell my husband.
G: Oh good. My marriage is saved!
It was a silly little exchange, but it got me through my shift.
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