Kind of a mixed bag here, so mods please move if necessary....
It's £2.50 anyway
When you came to my till and told me you wanted £10 cash back, I told you that our minimum for using a debit card was £2.50, and the three bags of sugar you had wouldn't come to that much. You said, "Oh just forget it then" - but then started to put your card into the machine anyway. It took a good ten minutes of explaining before I managed to make you understand that the £2.50 limit applies whether you want cash back or not.
I'm going blue in the face for a reason
You, and your family, have been coming into the store for just about as long as I've been working here. Not once have any of you ever looked like anything remotely approaching clean. When you turn up en masse the stench is beyond description. I could forgive you for that though, were it not that the language that comes out of your mouths is equally as foul.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum
Believe it or not, when one of us is due to get off the till to have a scheduled break, and asks a supervisor to get someone to relieve us, it's a weensy bit annoying to be told "I'll sort something out" and then left standing there for half an hour with no relief and the complete disappearance of said supervisor. It gets even more annoying when having finally managed to get away, we get to the break room and find both supervisors having their break. Nice to see you've got your priorities right and aren't allowing our lack of breaks to spoil your own.
And finally.....
Little sweetheart
You, young man, were a bright spot in a shift that didn't have that many. You came to spend your holiday pocket money, were polite and cheerful with a smile that could have melted stone. Then a few minutes later you came back with your little sister and paid for a lollipop that she wanted.
And both times when I gave you your change, you put it into the collection box that sits on my till (for the Royal National Institute for the Blind).
What a little love you are.
It's £2.50 anyway
When you came to my till and told me you wanted £10 cash back, I told you that our minimum for using a debit card was £2.50, and the three bags of sugar you had wouldn't come to that much. You said, "Oh just forget it then" - but then started to put your card into the machine anyway. It took a good ten minutes of explaining before I managed to make you understand that the £2.50 limit applies whether you want cash back or not.
I'm going blue in the face for a reason
You, and your family, have been coming into the store for just about as long as I've been working here. Not once have any of you ever looked like anything remotely approaching clean. When you turn up en masse the stench is beyond description. I could forgive you for that though, were it not that the language that comes out of your mouths is equally as foul.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum
Believe it or not, when one of us is due to get off the till to have a scheduled break, and asks a supervisor to get someone to relieve us, it's a weensy bit annoying to be told "I'll sort something out" and then left standing there for half an hour with no relief and the complete disappearance of said supervisor. It gets even more annoying when having finally managed to get away, we get to the break room and find both supervisors having their break. Nice to see you've got your priorities right and aren't allowing our lack of breaks to spoil your own.
And finally.....
Little sweetheart
You, young man, were a bright spot in a shift that didn't have that many. You came to spend your holiday pocket money, were polite and cheerful with a smile that could have melted stone. Then a few minutes later you came back with your little sister and paid for a lollipop that she wanted.
And both times when I gave you your change, you put it into the collection box that sits on my till (for the Royal National Institute for the Blind).
What a little love you are.
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