Whatever happened to even minimal standards of politeness? When a cashier says, "I can help the next person in line," it seem perfectly obvious that he or she means, "the next person in line." Not, "Okay, I can help the first person who pushes everybody else out of the way."
It happened yesterday waiting in line at the service desk at an electronics store. I was next... but the customer in front of me managed to combine a complex transaction with an inability to understand any of it. The line rapidly got long.
A woman behind the counter went to a register and said, "I can help the next person in line." It was like the starting gate opened... everybody headed towards to the new line, pushing and shoving to get there first.
I just stood there and watched. Then I looked at the cashier... and we had a silent, "great minds think alike" moment.
She waited as I slowly meandered over and went to the front of the line. Then, she did something brilliant. I was there to pick up something I'd ordered... instead of ringing up the order and then pushing me off to the side to wait for somebody in the back to send the item to the front, she went and got it herself. End result: I got out fast, while the line-crashers were left diddling at an empty register for a few minutes.
I saw a manager type on the way out, which gave me the opportunity to get her some SC insurance... "She's very efficient," I said. "I was sure I'd miss my bus and have to stand outside in the cold and wind for a half hour. Thanks to her, I won't have to do that. I like this store a lot."
It happened yesterday waiting in line at the service desk at an electronics store. I was next... but the customer in front of me managed to combine a complex transaction with an inability to understand any of it. The line rapidly got long.
A woman behind the counter went to a register and said, "I can help the next person in line." It was like the starting gate opened... everybody headed towards to the new line, pushing and shoving to get there first.
I just stood there and watched. Then I looked at the cashier... and we had a silent, "great minds think alike" moment.
She waited as I slowly meandered over and went to the front of the line. Then, she did something brilliant. I was there to pick up something I'd ordered... instead of ringing up the order and then pushing me off to the side to wait for somebody in the back to send the item to the front, she went and got it herself. End result: I got out fast, while the line-crashers were left diddling at an empty register for a few minutes.
I saw a manager type on the way out, which gave me the opportunity to get her some SC insurance... "She's very efficient," I said. "I was sure I'd miss my bus and have to stand outside in the cold and wind for a half hour. Thanks to her, I won't have to do that. I like this store a lot."
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