If the town I work in were a bar, it would be "Cheers" because everyone knows your name...and THINKS they are entitled to know your business too.
Just a random sampling of things the clientele have said to cashiers:
SC: How old are you?
Cashier: 23
SC: And you have HOW many children?
Cashier: 2
SC: You are just TOO young to have children.
REALLY??? You may have gone to school together...but this is NONE of your business.
SC: So you aren't from Podunk, are you?
CSM: No, I live about an hour from here.
SC: WOW...no one closer would hire you so you need to invade our town and take our jobs.
REALLY?? I may not live in your town...but um...last time I checked I can work any where I damn well please.
SC: (Grabs cashier's arm) WHY??!!?? Why did you do this to yourself??
Cashier: Sir, let go of my arm!
SC: Not until you explain WHY you put tattoos on your body! Are you a stripper or a hooker trying to make an honest living?
Really??? How does having a tattoo equate to working in the sex industry??
SC: Are you in a relationship?
CSM: Sorry...are you writing a book?
SC: Seems like some one like you couldn't POSSIBLY be single.
CSM: Again, are you writing a book?
SC: Well...with an attitude like that it is no wonder why you are single.
CSM: Well...with your inability to respect boundaries it is a surprise some one hasn't shot you for trespassing.
REALLY??? You are complaining about being overcharged for peanut butter...my relationship status is not part of your refund.
SC: You need to smile more.
Cashier: Thanks I will keep that in mind
SC: No, seriously...you look miserable.
Cashier: Thanks have a good day
SC: You don't get it do you...I come here and spend lots of money...I EXPECT YOU TO SMILE.
Cashier: Sorry...that I disappointed you. Please feel free to complain to my manager.
SC: That CHILD over there is miserable...she REFUSED to smile.
CSM: Oh no, that is terrible I will speak to her about putting a smile on her face.
SC: That's it? That's all you are going to do...speak to her.....she is a miserable person...she shouldn't be interacting with the public...you need to fire her.
CSM: Thank you for the suggestion...I will keep that avenue open.
SC: I DEMAND to know why she is NOT smiling.
CSM: Sorry, that you had an unpleasant experience. I will get to the bottom of this; how can I make it right?
SC: JUST F-ING smile!! And tell me why she wont smile at me.
Really?? That child who didn't smile is working while she is in a great deal of pain and physically unable to smile...but I will fire her because she didn't life up to your high standards. Next time she needs to get cortisone injected into her face...I will suggest she paints a smile on her face just to make your day complete.
I guess working in retail means that we forfeit any illusion of privacy. We are not your friends or family...we have lives...sometimes there are things that REALLY ARE NONE OF YOUR F_ING BUSINESS!!! We are people not property....we get paid to ring and bag your 96 cans of cat food, 14 bags of cat litter, and half gallon of cheap rot gut vodka...we ARE not friends...so pay your tab, shut your mouth, and have a great day minding your own damned business.
Just a random sampling of things the clientele have said to cashiers:
SC: How old are you?
Cashier: 23
SC: And you have HOW many children?
Cashier: 2
SC: You are just TOO young to have children.
REALLY??? You may have gone to school together...but this is NONE of your business.
SC: So you aren't from Podunk, are you?
CSM: No, I live about an hour from here.
SC: WOW...no one closer would hire you so you need to invade our town and take our jobs.
REALLY?? I may not live in your town...but um...last time I checked I can work any where I damn well please.
SC: (Grabs cashier's arm) WHY??!!?? Why did you do this to yourself??
Cashier: Sir, let go of my arm!
SC: Not until you explain WHY you put tattoos on your body! Are you a stripper or a hooker trying to make an honest living?
Really??? How does having a tattoo equate to working in the sex industry??
SC: Are you in a relationship?
CSM: Sorry...are you writing a book?
SC: Seems like some one like you couldn't POSSIBLY be single.
CSM: Again, are you writing a book?
SC: Well...with an attitude like that it is no wonder why you are single.
CSM: Well...with your inability to respect boundaries it is a surprise some one hasn't shot you for trespassing.
REALLY??? You are complaining about being overcharged for peanut butter...my relationship status is not part of your refund.
SC: You need to smile more.
Cashier: Thanks I will keep that in mind
SC: No, seriously...you look miserable.
Cashier: Thanks have a good day
SC: You don't get it do you...I come here and spend lots of money...I EXPECT YOU TO SMILE.
Cashier: Sorry...that I disappointed you. Please feel free to complain to my manager.
SC: That CHILD over there is miserable...she REFUSED to smile.
CSM: Oh no, that is terrible I will speak to her about putting a smile on her face.
SC: That's it? That's all you are going to do...speak to her.....she is a miserable person...she shouldn't be interacting with the public...you need to fire her.
CSM: Thank you for the suggestion...I will keep that avenue open.
SC: I DEMAND to know why she is NOT smiling.
CSM: Sorry, that you had an unpleasant experience. I will get to the bottom of this; how can I make it right?
SC: JUST F-ING smile!! And tell me why she wont smile at me.
Really?? That child who didn't smile is working while she is in a great deal of pain and physically unable to smile...but I will fire her because she didn't life up to your high standards. Next time she needs to get cortisone injected into her face...I will suggest she paints a smile on her face just to make your day complete.
I guess working in retail means that we forfeit any illusion of privacy. We are not your friends or family...we have lives...sometimes there are things that REALLY ARE NONE OF YOUR F_ING BUSINESS!!! We are people not property....we get paid to ring and bag your 96 cans of cat food, 14 bags of cat litter, and half gallon of cheap rot gut vodka...we ARE not friends...so pay your tab, shut your mouth, and have a great day minding your own damned business.
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