When someone puts a diaper in the sanitary napkin box they invariably get stuck in there and in my trying to get them out, shit goes everywhere and the box comes right off the wall. So a little while ago I put a little sign up that says for people to NOT DO THIS. There has been a significant decrease in the amount of diapers I find in the box as I offer in the sign the suggestion (order) to place them instead in the trash can.
CW: Someone put a diaper in the sanitary napkin box.
Me: eeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
CW:
Yes. I screamed. Like that. Out loud. In the store. Turns out there were TWO diapers stuffed into the box. They weren't even closed into little diaper bundles and they were SOAKING with pee pee.
The mental process of this one...
SC: I think I'll do that little cashier over there a solid and put my Pepsi I didn't want in the sandwich case so it doesn't get cold before she notices it and puts it back.
Me: Oh how sweet of you, IF I EVER SEE YOU DO THIS I'M GOING TO [HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING] YOU INFECTIOUS BEEF-WITTED CODPIECE.
SC: This pump isn't working.
Me: If you want to move to another one that's up to you but I can't do anything about it right now. [busily ringing up A THOUSAND PEOPLE BY MYSELF.]
Why? Why even bother to complain about it? It's not even broken, it just appears to be because you're putting the nozzle in your car the wrong way so it keeps shutting off on you. Congrats. Take it out a little bit, don't choke her with it.
Me: That'll be X.xx
SC: Hang OOOOON. *goes and gets gum or some shit.*
Me: *rings it up* ............
SC: *staring at me.*
Me: *staring back*
SC: Ummmm...how much is it?
Me: Is there anything else?
SC: ...no.
Me: Y.yy.
Our rewards program has two sets of points. One where the cents are flexible and one where they are not. You can use one or the other but not add them up.
Me: You have XX points on your card.
Old man SC: So that means I have XY.
Me: No.
SC: Ehn?
Me: No. You have XX or YY. One or the other.
SC: I knew that, I was just joking.
Me: Right.
This is the same guy who told me I should order tobacco after hours. AT A 24 HOUR STORE.
When someone just won't acknowledge me at all that just pisses me off to the utmost extremes so here's how I handle it.
Me: How are you today?
SC: ....
Me: Do you have your rewards card?
SC: .... *throws card onto the counter*
Me: Thank you, would you like a bag?
SC: .......
Me: Would you like a bag?
SC: ..... *throws money at me*
Me: x.xx out of y.yy? Your change will be z.zz. Would you like a bag?
SC: ......
Me: Sir. Would you like a bag?
SC: ......yeah.
Me: Okay.
Thank you and you have a good day now!
SC: .....yeah.
I refuse to be ignored.
SC: The pump isn't woooooorrrrrkiiiiiiiing.
Me: *walks out there*
SC: Oh...now it is.
SC: The pump's not working.
Me: *walks out there*
SC: Oh wait. Nevermind.
SC: The pump isn't pumping my gas!
Me: *walks out there*
SC: Oh...false alarm.
It's funny how my mere presence is magical. I make the ATM work, I make the pumps work, I should just work for a fix-it company. I'll just sit in the corner eating all day. Because it is well known at my work that whenever I decide to eat we become excessively busy all of a sudden. Everything will be fixed and business will boom.
Customers were complaining about how long things were taking the other day.
My response: We're a little short staffed. Had to let one of our girls go home due to a death in the family.
Here's the most interesting way that played out:
SC: Oh that's too bad. I worked right through my grandmother's death though.
Me: Her cousin was murdered. I sent her home.
SC:
Nobody complained again. Curious. Very curious.
CW: Someone put a diaper in the sanitary napkin box.
Me: eeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

CW:

Yes. I screamed. Like that. Out loud. In the store. Turns out there were TWO diapers stuffed into the box. They weren't even closed into little diaper bundles and they were SOAKING with pee pee.
The mental process of this one...
SC: I think I'll do that little cashier over there a solid and put my Pepsi I didn't want in the sandwich case so it doesn't get cold before she notices it and puts it back.
Me: Oh how sweet of you, IF I EVER SEE YOU DO THIS I'M GOING TO [HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING HORRIFYING] YOU INFECTIOUS BEEF-WITTED CODPIECE.
SC: This pump isn't working.
Me: If you want to move to another one that's up to you but I can't do anything about it right now. [busily ringing up A THOUSAND PEOPLE BY MYSELF.]
Why? Why even bother to complain about it? It's not even broken, it just appears to be because you're putting the nozzle in your car the wrong way so it keeps shutting off on you. Congrats. Take it out a little bit, don't choke her with it.
Me: That'll be X.xx
SC: Hang OOOOON. *goes and gets gum or some shit.*
Me: *rings it up* ............
SC: *staring at me.*
Me: *staring back*
SC: Ummmm...how much is it?
Me: Is there anything else?
SC: ...no.
Me: Y.yy.
Our rewards program has two sets of points. One where the cents are flexible and one where they are not. You can use one or the other but not add them up.
Me: You have XX points on your card.
Old man SC: So that means I have XY.
Me: No.
SC: Ehn?
Me: No. You have XX or YY. One or the other.
SC: I knew that, I was just joking.
Me: Right.
This is the same guy who told me I should order tobacco after hours. AT A 24 HOUR STORE.
When someone just won't acknowledge me at all that just pisses me off to the utmost extremes so here's how I handle it.
Me: How are you today?
SC: ....
Me: Do you have your rewards card?
SC: .... *throws card onto the counter*
Me: Thank you, would you like a bag?
SC: .......
Me: Would you like a bag?
SC: ..... *throws money at me*
Me: x.xx out of y.yy? Your change will be z.zz. Would you like a bag?
SC: ......
Me: Sir. Would you like a bag?
SC: ......yeah.
Me: Okay.

SC: .....yeah.
I refuse to be ignored.

SC: The pump isn't woooooorrrrrkiiiiiiiing.
Me: *walks out there*
SC: Oh...now it is.
SC: The pump's not working.
Me: *walks out there*
SC: Oh wait. Nevermind.
SC: The pump isn't pumping my gas!
Me: *walks out there*
SC: Oh...false alarm.
It's funny how my mere presence is magical. I make the ATM work, I make the pumps work, I should just work for a fix-it company. I'll just sit in the corner eating all day. Because it is well known at my work that whenever I decide to eat we become excessively busy all of a sudden. Everything will be fixed and business will boom.
Customers were complaining about how long things were taking the other day.
My response: We're a little short staffed. Had to let one of our girls go home due to a death in the family.
Here's the most interesting way that played out:
SC: Oh that's too bad. I worked right through my grandmother's death though.
Me: Her cousin was murdered. I sent her home.
SC:

Nobody complained again. Curious. Very curious.
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