How many more times must I ask this simple question before I die? It is so unbelievably simple, yet 9 out of 10 customers just can't bring themselves to do this.
Speak loud enough and clear enough for the cashier to be able to hear him/her and know what they want.
I just came off a 7 1/2 hour shift on a register - on Easter Sunday - and I'm still wound up. I know I sounded like a broken record today . . . "Please speak up, I can't hear very well at all."
How hard is this to grasp?????? If I thought people would actually read and pay attention, I would have posted a sign at my register reading:
Please speak up when talking to the cashier . . . she can't hear you otherwise.
I know I need my hearing checked . . . I've been whining about it for several years, but it has grown noticeably worse. I can see lips move, yet I can't hear what's being said . . . especially when there's a lot of noise around me. Then you might as well be shouting over everything for me to hear you, much less me shouting so I can hear what I'm telling you over all the other noise.
So, if I ask you a second time if you have your store card, don't get snippy with me and tell me you don't have it - it won't do you any good, even after I explain that I couldn't hear you the first time b/c I have a hearing PROBLEM.
And don't look down at the floor or your clothes when speaking to me. I have yet to see a shirt talk back - if I do, I'm out the door and I'm not stopping for anybody.
Same goes for the mumblers . . . I don't know Mumblese - that wasn't a language offered by my high school 20 years ago when I was there.
Oh, and did I forget to tell you to leave your freakin' attitude outside? The only attitude I want to deal with is MINE. And frankly, there's not a thing wrong with mine, thanksverymuch. I've been perfecting it over the last 38 years and it ain't going anywhere. Just because you see my name on my nametag is no reason to repeat it half a dozen times, then get all bent out of shape when I ask your name. All's fair, right? And Mama always told me never talk to strangers . . . so I take it you're name's Mr. Jerkoff, right? You look and act like one in my book, so you must be.
(Besides, my boyfriend likes my attitude just fine. He's got excellent taste, BTW.
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So for the love of all that's holey . . SPEAK THE HELL UP and while you're at it, stuff the attitude. Got what it takes to argue w/a woman? Grow up.
Only a coward would dare argue with me as it is. So stuff it.
Oh, and did I mention SPEAK UP if you actually expect me to hear you?
Sorry if I'm rambling . . . I'm so tired, I think I'll get one more smoke and go to bed.
Speak loud enough and clear enough for the cashier to be able to hear him/her and know what they want.
I just came off a 7 1/2 hour shift on a register - on Easter Sunday - and I'm still wound up. I know I sounded like a broken record today . . . "Please speak up, I can't hear very well at all."
How hard is this to grasp?????? If I thought people would actually read and pay attention, I would have posted a sign at my register reading:
Please speak up when talking to the cashier . . . she can't hear you otherwise.
I know I need my hearing checked . . . I've been whining about it for several years, but it has grown noticeably worse. I can see lips move, yet I can't hear what's being said . . . especially when there's a lot of noise around me. Then you might as well be shouting over everything for me to hear you, much less me shouting so I can hear what I'm telling you over all the other noise.
So, if I ask you a second time if you have your store card, don't get snippy with me and tell me you don't have it - it won't do you any good, even after I explain that I couldn't hear you the first time b/c I have a hearing PROBLEM.
And don't look down at the floor or your clothes when speaking to me. I have yet to see a shirt talk back - if I do, I'm out the door and I'm not stopping for anybody.
Same goes for the mumblers . . . I don't know Mumblese - that wasn't a language offered by my high school 20 years ago when I was there.
Oh, and did I forget to tell you to leave your freakin' attitude outside? The only attitude I want to deal with is MINE. And frankly, there's not a thing wrong with mine, thanksverymuch. I've been perfecting it over the last 38 years and it ain't going anywhere. Just because you see my name on my nametag is no reason to repeat it half a dozen times, then get all bent out of shape when I ask your name. All's fair, right? And Mama always told me never talk to strangers . . . so I take it you're name's Mr. Jerkoff, right? You look and act like one in my book, so you must be.
(Besides, my boyfriend likes my attitude just fine. He's got excellent taste, BTW.

So for the love of all that's holey . . SPEAK THE HELL UP and while you're at it, stuff the attitude. Got what it takes to argue w/a woman? Grow up.
Only a coward would dare argue with me as it is. So stuff it.
Oh, and did I mention SPEAK UP if you actually expect me to hear you?

Sorry if I'm rambling . . . I'm so tired, I think I'll get one more smoke and go to bed.
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