The thing I hate about spring is that over the last year or so I seem to have developed some pollen allergies. Which I have never had before.
It hit me yesterday (worse in the AM, which is another reason I don't like working mornings). As such, I was hyperaware of when I blew my nose (tried to do it when there wasn't anyone in front of me) and making sure I at least wiped my hands.
After a mad rush (luckily between customers) I had to blow my nose badly; to do so I shut off my light and was able to quickly nip over to the podium area where the Purell wipes were. So I took care of the problem, got a wipe and scurried back to my lane. There was an older lady with a severe case of CBF waiting.
CBF: "I can't believe this! You blew your nose! Use some hand sanitizer! blargle blargle blah."
Me: *holds up wipe* This is a *points to dispenser* sanitizing wipe. Please excuse me, I have allergies this time of year."
CBF: *goes on about my daring to inconvenience her*
So I start scanning. For some reason she's put all the meat in plastic produce bags, so the barcodes won't scan and I have to open the (tied-off) bags. Same with the produce that has stickers; the stickers are small enough that I can't read the numbers through the (multiple layers of) bags and actually need to open them and touch the peel briefly to see the number.
CBF: "OhmyGAWD why you touchin my fruit?! You don't need to touch it to scan it! You dirty!" *scan...? ohhh, she must think our registers can read the barcodes on the stickers) Said item was a mango, which you need to peel anyway to eat, right?
Sheesh. I later see her over at the desk gesticulating to manager L, and then she storms off. L comes over and told me later that she told the lady "The cashier is NOT sick and wouldn't have needed to touch your items if you didn't tie them in bags."
It hit me yesterday (worse in the AM, which is another reason I don't like working mornings). As such, I was hyperaware of when I blew my nose (tried to do it when there wasn't anyone in front of me) and making sure I at least wiped my hands.
After a mad rush (luckily between customers) I had to blow my nose badly; to do so I shut off my light and was able to quickly nip over to the podium area where the Purell wipes were. So I took care of the problem, got a wipe and scurried back to my lane. There was an older lady with a severe case of CBF waiting.
CBF: "I can't believe this! You blew your nose! Use some hand sanitizer! blargle blargle blah."
Me: *holds up wipe* This is a *points to dispenser* sanitizing wipe. Please excuse me, I have allergies this time of year."
CBF: *goes on about my daring to inconvenience her*
So I start scanning. For some reason she's put all the meat in plastic produce bags, so the barcodes won't scan and I have to open the (tied-off) bags. Same with the produce that has stickers; the stickers are small enough that I can't read the numbers through the (multiple layers of) bags and actually need to open them and touch the peel briefly to see the number.
CBF: "OhmyGAWD why you touchin my fruit?! You don't need to touch it to scan it! You dirty!" *scan...? ohhh, she must think our registers can read the barcodes on the stickers) Said item was a mango, which you need to peel anyway to eat, right?
Sheesh. I later see her over at the desk gesticulating to manager L, and then she storms off. L comes over and told me later that she told the lady "The cashier is NOT sick and wouldn't have needed to touch your items if you didn't tie them in bags."
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