I'm in line at the Bull's eye, number 3 in my queue. Then, oh, I don't know what to call him, let's say Cat Herding Manager (CHM) tells the lady in front of me that lane #4 just opened up. He looks at the customer #1, currently being served, and suggests I follow, since #1 was a big order. So we proceed to lane #4... and some lady swooped in from who knows where to be #1. I know CHM didn't direct her to the lane, since it had just opened. She swooped in thru a closed lane next to us. Ugh. So I'm still #3. At least her order looks small...
...until she starts arguing that the price is wrong, because these four things are Buy One, Get One (BOGO) Free. No, insists the cashier, they are not. We don't have a sale like that currently running. Yes you do. No we don't, we have-. Yes they are. No they're not, it's for-. No it's not, these are BOGO!
#2 had put her items on the belt, and apparently knew about the sale. No, they are BOGO Half Off, but not those, for some other toys. No it's not. Yes it is. No it's not. Yes it is. Every time cashier or #2 tried to explain it, she would interrupt and talk over them, repeating "These are BOGO!" Over and over and... Of course, in all this time, #1 from my previous lane finished checking out, as did the person who had been behind me.

The CHM comes up to tell me lane #6 is now open. Thank you!! #2 told me to go ahead, since her stuff was all on the belt. I'm checked out in 2 minutes, and as I turn to leave, Cashier #4, Swooping Lady, and #2 are peering at a print ad, trying to explain to SL the error in her thought process. I'm heading out as SL says the inevitable dreaded words : "I want to see a manager!" and the lane number goes into blink mode...
On the plus side, at least SL wasn't yelling, swearing or being excessively rude, aside from refusing to listen to reason. I don't know how cashiers survive "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year"
...until she starts arguing that the price is wrong, because these four things are Buy One, Get One (BOGO) Free. No, insists the cashier, they are not. We don't have a sale like that currently running. Yes you do. No we don't, we have-. Yes they are. No they're not, it's for-. No it's not, these are BOGO!
#2 had put her items on the belt, and apparently knew about the sale. No, they are BOGO Half Off, but not those, for some other toys. No it's not. Yes it is. No it's not. Yes it is. Every time cashier or #2 tried to explain it, she would interrupt and talk over them, repeating "These are BOGO!" Over and over and... Of course, in all this time, #1 from my previous lane finished checking out, as did the person who had been behind me.

The CHM comes up to tell me lane #6 is now open. Thank you!! #2 told me to go ahead, since her stuff was all on the belt. I'm checked out in 2 minutes, and as I turn to leave, Cashier #4, Swooping Lady, and #2 are peering at a print ad, trying to explain to SL the error in her thought process. I'm heading out as SL says the inevitable dreaded words : "I want to see a manager!" and the lane number goes into blink mode...

On the plus side, at least SL wasn't yelling, swearing or being excessively rude, aside from refusing to listen to reason. I don't know how cashiers survive "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year"

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