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The pollen around here is pretty bad, so I have lovely seasonal allergies. I always carry some tissues in my apron and am as discreet as possible if I need to blow my nose; I also sanitize my hands (I know I'm not contagious, but I'd rather not get yelled at by an SC for trying to kill them...as they're hacking up a lung in my direction).
Shortly after I need to clear my nose, I get summoned over to one of the self-scam registers. That one in particular has issues with scanning just about everything; today it's even twitchier. Cue constant blather about 'oh my god this won't scan, these machines are horrible, I never use them, I don't know why I used them today' [I know why...].
When I finally get her to move out of the way and get a look at the scanner--sometimes it has more to do with exactly where you have the barcode positioned--there's what looks like rotisserie chicken grease and bits on the glass. Okay, we have the problem. I take a clean paper towel out of my apron (it was tucked in the strings), mop up the worst of the grease and then attack it with cleaner and another towel. I know it's not the right stuff to use, but my store's cheap and I know we don't have anything better than glass cleaner (at least on the front end).
As I'm trying to wipe up the grease without making the mess worse, SC pops off with: "I hope you didn't just blow your nose with that!" in a very non-joking tone.
I don't even dignify that with any sort of reaction. She continues to try to get me to answer (what was she hoping I'd say? Probably something that would let her complain), only stopping when I'm helping another customer and the produce manager snaps at her when she starts badgering him.
Shortly after I need to clear my nose, I get summoned over to one of the self-scam registers. That one in particular has issues with scanning just about everything; today it's even twitchier. Cue constant blather about 'oh my god this won't scan, these machines are horrible, I never use them, I don't know why I used them today' [I know why...].
When I finally get her to move out of the way and get a look at the scanner--sometimes it has more to do with exactly where you have the barcode positioned--there's what looks like rotisserie chicken grease and bits on the glass. Okay, we have the problem. I take a clean paper towel out of my apron (it was tucked in the strings), mop up the worst of the grease and then attack it with cleaner and another towel. I know it's not the right stuff to use, but my store's cheap and I know we don't have anything better than glass cleaner (at least on the front end).
As I'm trying to wipe up the grease without making the mess worse, SC pops off with: "I hope you didn't just blow your nose with that!" in a very non-joking tone.
I don't even dignify that with any sort of reaction. She continues to try to get me to answer (what was she hoping I'd say? Probably something that would let her complain), only stopping when I'm helping another customer and the produce manager snaps at her when she starts badgering him.
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