The following is a dramatization and compilation of several customers I've had over the last few days. There really isn't much dialog except what happened in my head each time this has happened... and what may come out the next time it does.
You know, I always thought those Visa check card commercials were cute when everyone was checking out to the music then someone would write a check and the music would stop. But now when there's a bunch of people in line and BigGiantPurseLady pulls out her checkbook for $4.87 worth of stuff I just want to scream. GET A DAMN CHECK CARD!!! By the time you wrote the date we could be DONE with this transaction!!! I HATE CHECKS! Personally I only write checks for my Rent since our appartment complex's office is run by old ladies who don't know what computers are.
But wait... she can't write the date because they don't know it. So we tell them the date and they go to write the "To" and have to ask "Where am I?" o_O Um.. it's on my shirt... and nametag... and the bag in front of you... and the doors... and the big sign behind the counter. And the big sign above the counter... and the GIANT sign above the store you walked in ten minutes ago! "Do you have a stamp?" A STAMP? It's Staples. S.T.A.P.L.E.S. Not that hard to write out. If you can't spell it, look at the name on my shirt... and nametag... and....
"What was the total again?" $4.87. "What was it?" Four Dollars, eighty seven cents. 4. Looks like an upside down chair. 8. Kinda looks like my eyes that are bugging out right now. 7. The number of times I just beat my head against the counter.
I need a phone number. OMG! It's on the check! There IS a god!
...no there isn't. THe computer just asked for ID. She has to dig through her wallet to find it. No, that's a blockbuster card. Nope, that's your AARP card. No, that card... That's your damn bank card! Why didn't you use that? THAT is your ID. Take it out so I don't have to hold up this 14 pound pink wallet while I type in your license number!
I give her her stuff and her receipt. Nope, can't put that in the bag, it's got to go in the wallet. Tightly folded into the pile of receipts she's been collecting since time began in an attempt to turn them into diamonds pressed in between the millions of cards in her wallet. Make sure that ID is back in the proper spot. Make sure all the clasps are done up tight. Wallet goes into the BigGiantPurse in JUST the right spot. And so does the phone she had to take out to get to the purse. And the her glasses. And her compact. Wait. Where's the keys? She can't find her keys! OMG! Her keys were just here! Stop the world, she can't find her frigging keys so let's hold my line up until she realizes they're in her OTHER hand! Is she done? Will she move that massive purse so the next customer can buy their stupid desk calendar before it expires (or she does)? C'mon lady... you can do it... pick up the purse... and the stuff you bought... you can do it... almost there... almost there...
"Did you give me my receipt?" *goes to open purse*
AUUUGGGGHHHH!!!! Please! Just go! GO! Take Purse-zilla and LEAVE! Figure it out when you get home! Just let me check out the next person and move on with my life! Do NOT pack and repack that giant bag at my counter! Just take your crap and GOOOOO!!!!
*pant pant pant*
Oh thank god, she's gone. Next customer. Breathe.
"Can I write a check?"
You know, I always thought those Visa check card commercials were cute when everyone was checking out to the music then someone would write a check and the music would stop. But now when there's a bunch of people in line and BigGiantPurseLady pulls out her checkbook for $4.87 worth of stuff I just want to scream. GET A DAMN CHECK CARD!!! By the time you wrote the date we could be DONE with this transaction!!! I HATE CHECKS! Personally I only write checks for my Rent since our appartment complex's office is run by old ladies who don't know what computers are.
But wait... she can't write the date because they don't know it. So we tell them the date and they go to write the "To" and have to ask "Where am I?" o_O Um.. it's on my shirt... and nametag... and the bag in front of you... and the doors... and the big sign behind the counter. And the big sign above the counter... and the GIANT sign above the store you walked in ten minutes ago! "Do you have a stamp?" A STAMP? It's Staples. S.T.A.P.L.E.S. Not that hard to write out. If you can't spell it, look at the name on my shirt... and nametag... and....
"What was the total again?" $4.87. "What was it?" Four Dollars, eighty seven cents. 4. Looks like an upside down chair. 8. Kinda looks like my eyes that are bugging out right now. 7. The number of times I just beat my head against the counter.
I need a phone number. OMG! It's on the check! There IS a god!
...no there isn't. THe computer just asked for ID. She has to dig through her wallet to find it. No, that's a blockbuster card. Nope, that's your AARP card. No, that card... That's your damn bank card! Why didn't you use that? THAT is your ID. Take it out so I don't have to hold up this 14 pound pink wallet while I type in your license number!
I give her her stuff and her receipt. Nope, can't put that in the bag, it's got to go in the wallet. Tightly folded into the pile of receipts she's been collecting since time began in an attempt to turn them into diamonds pressed in between the millions of cards in her wallet. Make sure that ID is back in the proper spot. Make sure all the clasps are done up tight. Wallet goes into the BigGiantPurse in JUST the right spot. And so does the phone she had to take out to get to the purse. And the her glasses. And her compact. Wait. Where's the keys? She can't find her keys! OMG! Her keys were just here! Stop the world, she can't find her frigging keys so let's hold my line up until she realizes they're in her OTHER hand! Is she done? Will she move that massive purse so the next customer can buy their stupid desk calendar before it expires (or she does)? C'mon lady... you can do it... pick up the purse... and the stuff you bought... you can do it... almost there... almost there...
"Did you give me my receipt?" *goes to open purse*
AUUUGGGGHHHH!!!! Please! Just go! GO! Take Purse-zilla and LEAVE! Figure it out when you get home! Just let me check out the next person and move on with my life! Do NOT pack and repack that giant bag at my counter! Just take your crap and GOOOOO!!!!
*pant pant pant*
Oh thank god, she's gone. Next customer. Breathe.
"Can I write a check?"

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