Not quite sure if this belongs in SC or elsewhere (and to the Almighty Mods, feel free to move it where it DOES belong if so), but this story I tell all the time at my job, only fair I should explain it here.
So, it's the summer of 1999. Your Friendly Maniac Jay 2K Winger was a recent high school graduate, and got his first job working at Giant Foods grocery store. I was a pretty good worker, I thought, even if they decided NOT to re-hire me the following summer.
Anyway, it's mid-to-late afternoon, I'm finishing up my current customer's order when this guy comes up to my lane with a cart PACKED with stuff. I mean a heap OVER the sides of the cart, PLUS stuff on the bottom. And as he maneuvers into my lane, my supervisor swings by and says, "Take your break when you're done with that guy."
I nod, and keep ringing up my current customer, and notice that Massive Shopper is gone. Then he shows up as I'm ringing up the last few of Prior Customer's order... and he's pushing a SECOND cart. PACKED, just like the first.
Uh oh.
Then he pushes up a THIRD cart.
Crap.
And then he starts bringing ARMLOADS.
Shit.
As I get ready to start ringing him up, he tells me, "I'm gonna need these double-bagged in paper bags, please."
Shit! Yo, supervisor, I'm gonna need a bagger down here! And a bagger is appropriately summoned and put to work.
Still, I take a look at his stuff, seeing all these long-shelf life things like canned foods, crackers, etc., and (this being '99), I jokingly ask, "Y2K shopping?"
Massive Shopper tells me, "Nope. Seven months at sea."
I gape at him at this point. He explains he's going out on his boat for several months starting next month, and is just stocking up provisions that'll keep on his boat. And being that this was July, I think about the math for a moment, and then point out, "Well, then this IS Y2K shopping, 'cuz you'll be at sea when the world comes to an end!"
A few chuckles, and we set to work ringing him up, the bagger doing his best to work quickly, but things are slowed down because we have to prep the double-bag paper bags for his stuff. MS explains that plastic bags sag under the weight while he carries them out to his ship, and he doesn't want the bags falling apart on the dock, losing his stuff into the water, or possibly losing the plastic bag into the water and clogging propellers or whatever.
I'm about three-quarters of the way through cart 1 of MS's ginormous order, when my supervisor walks up, having heard about all this. He takes one look at the order, then at the carts we're filling up with his bagged items, sighs, and tells me, "Take your break. We'll have someone else keep ringing for you."
So I escape for a little while and get food from the BK Lounge across the street. I return, and back to working on MS's order. Of course, double-bagged paper bags take up a lot more space in a shopping cart than plastic bags, so although he managed (somehow) to fit this massive order into (essentially) four carts, we already know he's gonna be leaving with about TEN.
I end up taking my SECOND break while ringing this guy up, and they stick me on the express register using my supervisor's till while one of the other cashiers is working on the MS order. MS, I should note, is popping off now and then to make sure he's not forgetting anything, and occasionally returning with more stuff to add.
And he walks up to me while I'm on the express register. I see him, mockingly sob, "Nooo! I thought I'd gotten away from you!" We have a couple laughs about this as I ring up the three items he'd brought to the express line, and then go back over to check on the progress of the MS order, and with one of the managers, explain that next time he's going to do a massive purchase like this, he should contact the store first and explain what he needs and how much of each he wants. We could then pull the merchandise, ring it up, and have it prepped and ready for him to pay for and then take home.
Anyway. He came to my line about 5pm. He was there UNTIL CLOSING TIME, 11pm. And he couldn't fit it all in his car, either, so he had to pop back home to get the truck or something!
All told, the Massive Shopper ended up spending over $2,000 to buy his provisions for his "seven months at sea."
It makes for a good story at my current job, though, when I can look at a $600 order, and scoff, "That's it?" and then get the customers to guess how much my largest order ever was.
J2K: $2,000
Customer: Oh, well, that had to be for a business.
J2K: Nope. Not a tax-exempt purchase.
Customer: Then they must have bought one of those big-screen TVs.
J2K: Nope. No big-ticket items.
Customer: Then who--
J2K: One guy. Spending seven months at sea. Needed to stock up.
Customer: ...
J2K: And this was (pause for math) [x] years ago.
Customer: ...
J2K: At Giant.
Customer: !!!
Blows their minds.
So, it's the summer of 1999. Your Friendly Maniac Jay 2K Winger was a recent high school graduate, and got his first job working at Giant Foods grocery store. I was a pretty good worker, I thought, even if they decided NOT to re-hire me the following summer.
Anyway, it's mid-to-late afternoon, I'm finishing up my current customer's order when this guy comes up to my lane with a cart PACKED with stuff. I mean a heap OVER the sides of the cart, PLUS stuff on the bottom. And as he maneuvers into my lane, my supervisor swings by and says, "Take your break when you're done with that guy."
I nod, and keep ringing up my current customer, and notice that Massive Shopper is gone. Then he shows up as I'm ringing up the last few of Prior Customer's order... and he's pushing a SECOND cart. PACKED, just like the first.
Uh oh.
Then he pushes up a THIRD cart.
Crap.
And then he starts bringing ARMLOADS.
Shit.
As I get ready to start ringing him up, he tells me, "I'm gonna need these double-bagged in paper bags, please."
Shit! Yo, supervisor, I'm gonna need a bagger down here! And a bagger is appropriately summoned and put to work.
Still, I take a look at his stuff, seeing all these long-shelf life things like canned foods, crackers, etc., and (this being '99), I jokingly ask, "Y2K shopping?"
Massive Shopper tells me, "Nope. Seven months at sea."
I gape at him at this point. He explains he's going out on his boat for several months starting next month, and is just stocking up provisions that'll keep on his boat. And being that this was July, I think about the math for a moment, and then point out, "Well, then this IS Y2K shopping, 'cuz you'll be at sea when the world comes to an end!"
A few chuckles, and we set to work ringing him up, the bagger doing his best to work quickly, but things are slowed down because we have to prep the double-bag paper bags for his stuff. MS explains that plastic bags sag under the weight while he carries them out to his ship, and he doesn't want the bags falling apart on the dock, losing his stuff into the water, or possibly losing the plastic bag into the water and clogging propellers or whatever.
I'm about three-quarters of the way through cart 1 of MS's ginormous order, when my supervisor walks up, having heard about all this. He takes one look at the order, then at the carts we're filling up with his bagged items, sighs, and tells me, "Take your break. We'll have someone else keep ringing for you."
So I escape for a little while and get food from the BK Lounge across the street. I return, and back to working on MS's order. Of course, double-bagged paper bags take up a lot more space in a shopping cart than plastic bags, so although he managed (somehow) to fit this massive order into (essentially) four carts, we already know he's gonna be leaving with about TEN.
I end up taking my SECOND break while ringing this guy up, and they stick me on the express register using my supervisor's till while one of the other cashiers is working on the MS order. MS, I should note, is popping off now and then to make sure he's not forgetting anything, and occasionally returning with more stuff to add.
And he walks up to me while I'm on the express register. I see him, mockingly sob, "Nooo! I thought I'd gotten away from you!" We have a couple laughs about this as I ring up the three items he'd brought to the express line, and then go back over to check on the progress of the MS order, and with one of the managers, explain that next time he's going to do a massive purchase like this, he should contact the store first and explain what he needs and how much of each he wants. We could then pull the merchandise, ring it up, and have it prepped and ready for him to pay for and then take home.
Anyway. He came to my line about 5pm. He was there UNTIL CLOSING TIME, 11pm. And he couldn't fit it all in his car, either, so he had to pop back home to get the truck or something!
All told, the Massive Shopper ended up spending over $2,000 to buy his provisions for his "seven months at sea."
It makes for a good story at my current job, though, when I can look at a $600 order, and scoff, "That's it?" and then get the customers to guess how much my largest order ever was.
J2K: $2,000
Customer: Oh, well, that had to be for a business.
J2K: Nope. Not a tax-exempt purchase.
Customer: Then they must have bought one of those big-screen TVs.
J2K: Nope. No big-ticket items.
Customer: Then who--
J2K: One guy. Spending seven months at sea. Needed to stock up.
Customer: ...
J2K: And this was (pause for math) [x] years ago.
Customer: ...
J2K: At Giant.
Customer: !!!
Blows their minds.
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