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The manager ended up asking me to stay late last night because someone who left earlier said they finished their assigned tasks when they didn't, so I was kindly asked to take up their slack. But I digress . . .
I needed to go to Wal-Mart afterwards to pick up a few things, and I figure hey, it's nearly midnight, shouldn't be too awfully bad, should it?
I was wrong.
I zoom around and get my stuff, then attempt to get in a speedy checkout. I'm already a bit peeved with the lady in front of us, as she's piled up a good deal more than 20 items, but the cashier was trying to be patient. She rang everything up and the lady went to pay her. We waited. And waited, and waited some more. Cashier is starting to look frustrated, says something about having to wait for her manager, and then walks away to find one. The lady in line then turns around with a smile and says "Sorry about the holdup, I'm cashing my paycheck." Why in holy hell do people feel the need to take their damn paycheck into friggin' Wal-Mart in the middle of the night on a Sunday?
Having formerly worked in that store, I know they do resets on the tills at midnight, therefore no cashier is going to have anywhere near enough money to cash a decent check.
So we went to the cig lane instead, since that one usually moves pretty quickly. We notice that the young couple in front of us has a puppy with them. A PUPPY. In the store. Where food is sold. Girl then places puppy in the shopping cart and I desperately hope that a yellow puddle doesn't magically appear on the floor. It's now their turn to be rung up, and they have some DVDs. New release DVDs. They claim to have gotten them from the $11 bin and don't like how they ring up at over $20. (Gee
) Cashier calls for a manager, who runs off to do a price check for them, with Stupid Guy behind him. We wait some more. I consider for a moment becoming an SC and just leaving my cart with its few items in a random isle on my way out the door, but seeing as I needed the stuff . . .
They come back, and the lovely couple decides that they don't want the DVDs if they cost that much, but the cashier still has to print out a few slips of what she's rung/voided and by this point, I think she was very confused from all the "Oh, then take it off/not that one, we want it, but take this other one here off" crap.
I'm normally not an impatient person when it comes to checkout lines, seeing as I spend 40 hours a week behind the counter myself, but I was near my boiling point by then, for the simple fact that the manager ignored the fact that there was a dog in the shopping cart and catered to their asshattery instead. And don't get me wrong, I'm a dog person, but I don't bring mine into the store with me!
I needed to go to Wal-Mart afterwards to pick up a few things, and I figure hey, it's nearly midnight, shouldn't be too awfully bad, should it?
I was wrong.
I zoom around and get my stuff, then attempt to get in a speedy checkout. I'm already a bit peeved with the lady in front of us, as she's piled up a good deal more than 20 items, but the cashier was trying to be patient. She rang everything up and the lady went to pay her. We waited. And waited, and waited some more. Cashier is starting to look frustrated, says something about having to wait for her manager, and then walks away to find one. The lady in line then turns around with a smile and says "Sorry about the holdup, I'm cashing my paycheck." Why in holy hell do people feel the need to take their damn paycheck into friggin' Wal-Mart in the middle of the night on a Sunday?
Having formerly worked in that store, I know they do resets on the tills at midnight, therefore no cashier is going to have anywhere near enough money to cash a decent check.
So we went to the cig lane instead, since that one usually moves pretty quickly. We notice that the young couple in front of us has a puppy with them. A PUPPY. In the store. Where food is sold. Girl then places puppy in the shopping cart and I desperately hope that a yellow puddle doesn't magically appear on the floor. It's now their turn to be rung up, and they have some DVDs. New release DVDs. They claim to have gotten them from the $11 bin and don't like how they ring up at over $20. (Gee
) Cashier calls for a manager, who runs off to do a price check for them, with Stupid Guy behind him. We wait some more. I consider for a moment becoming an SC and just leaving my cart with its few items in a random isle on my way out the door, but seeing as I needed the stuff . . .They come back, and the lovely couple decides that they don't want the DVDs if they cost that much, but the cashier still has to print out a few slips of what she's rung/voided and by this point, I think she was very confused from all the "Oh, then take it off/not that one, we want it, but take this other one here off" crap.
I'm normally not an impatient person when it comes to checkout lines, seeing as I spend 40 hours a week behind the counter myself, but I was near my boiling point by then, for the simple fact that the manager ignored the fact that there was a dog in the shopping cart and catered to their asshattery instead. And don't get me wrong, I'm a dog person, but I don't bring mine into the store with me!
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