You all may remember my horrid experiences at the local Wal-Mart. Please feel free to peruse my previous threads to see the atrocities.
I have gained Revenge (Rank 6).
The need is felt to say:
Its in my nature to live and let live, unless someone persists in being a behind to me. Otherwise, fight is fair play.
This particular cashier is the one who gave me the wrong change and refused to take her own money back, the one who would not bag my milk, who REFUSED to coupon check (because mine had no expiration on it), and the one who has blocked my path to her register by ushering in a person to the end of the belt, when I was standing halfway on it putting my things on. Not to mention just being a general ass to me, and I don't even know this woman.
Complaints do not work, I have asked her personally why, to which I recieved," HMPH.. brats know everything."
For four years.
Why do I keep going to this cashier? The local Wally World is small, and there are never more than 2 of them open when I go. I refuse to be attending by someone with REEKING BO.
The story:
So, I put my $31.87 of stuff on the belt, she scans it, is incredibly rude to me when I say hello (*GRUNT grunt* "Pssh.."). Shs gets almost done, I hit the little "No - Cashier was not friendly" button. She tells me my total.
I open my little backpack purse, and set down dollar stacks of quarters, dollar by dollar.
Cashier: You can just dump it on the belt, it won't go anywhere.
Me: I'm not sure you want me to do that.
Casher: God, just dump it out.
What she didn't know, was that I had packed every quarter I could get in my purse. There were only my I.D. and my keys, along with nearly $50 of quarters. So, I did as she asked, and she went
.
Never bothered to help, kept knocking the stacks down, but that was okay.
It took me more than 20min. to count it out, because of her knocking the stacks over. She counted as I went, and when I was done, I was pleased with myself for not being rude to her once in the exchange, and for making her day a tad less pleasant.
Note: I always go to the WM when there is a shift change. Not on purpose, but its the only time work allows. So she has no excuse for four years to be snotty first thing on the job.
I have gained Revenge (Rank 6).
The need is felt to say:
Its in my nature to live and let live, unless someone persists in being a behind to me. Otherwise, fight is fair play.
This particular cashier is the one who gave me the wrong change and refused to take her own money back, the one who would not bag my milk, who REFUSED to coupon check (because mine had no expiration on it), and the one who has blocked my path to her register by ushering in a person to the end of the belt, when I was standing halfway on it putting my things on. Not to mention just being a general ass to me, and I don't even know this woman.
Complaints do not work, I have asked her personally why, to which I recieved," HMPH.. brats know everything."
For four years.
Why do I keep going to this cashier? The local Wally World is small, and there are never more than 2 of them open when I go. I refuse to be attending by someone with REEKING BO.
The story:
So, I put my $31.87 of stuff on the belt, she scans it, is incredibly rude to me when I say hello (*GRUNT grunt* "Pssh.."). Shs gets almost done, I hit the little "No - Cashier was not friendly" button. She tells me my total.
I open my little backpack purse, and set down dollar stacks of quarters, dollar by dollar.
Cashier: You can just dump it on the belt, it won't go anywhere.
Me: I'm not sure you want me to do that.
Casher: God, just dump it out.
What she didn't know, was that I had packed every quarter I could get in my purse. There were only my I.D. and my keys, along with nearly $50 of quarters. So, I did as she asked, and she went

Never bothered to help, kept knocking the stacks down, but that was okay.
It took me more than 20min. to count it out, because of her knocking the stacks over. She counted as I went, and when I was done, I was pleased with myself for not being rude to her once in the exchange, and for making her day a tad less pleasant.
Note: I always go to the WM when there is a shift change. Not on purpose, but its the only time work allows. So she has no excuse for four years to be snotty first thing on the job.
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