One day, they enter my store. A large family, three female adults (two young, one obviously the grandma) pushing two strollers (Oh heavens no they've spawned). I always get nervous with large families because I know the children or parent will steal candy and then scream at me for having to pay for it. It never fails.
One of the young women gets some candy and I start to relax just a tad as the rest hover near the door, holding their spawn--children!--away from the bins. Then they all troup up to pay and as so often happens, there's an argument. Not with the price, however. With who PAYS.
AM1: Nicer, quieter one
AM2: Medusa returned and one spawn short of housing the Three Gorgons
AMG: Grandma, the source!!
Spawn: GIT--Gorgons-in-training, innocent to their parents brainlessness
CW: Coworker
Me: Suffering silently
AM1: Here's my card.
Me: *move to take it*
AM2: No, I'm paying! *shoves her card at me from the side*
ME: *I pause since I hate it when this happens...whose are you supposed to take in those situations???*
AM1: ------ you don't have to do that--
AM2: Take it, I said! *to me, in the most rude and obnoxious tone I've ever heard*
Me: *takes her card, makes her show ID (I was hoping she'd have a wrong one but no such luck), run it and just as I hand it back....*
AMG: *pops some candy straight from the bin into her mouth*
Me: *to AM2* She needs to pay for that.
AM2: *eyeroll* Fine... *hands me a dollar and then one of the spawn does the same thing*
Me: Please keep your "children's" hands out of the bins.
AM2: Just charge me for those, and add one extra, I'm gonna take one of those over there.
Me: *deliberately overcharge to cover the contaminated candy I'd have to pick out when they leave and shoo them out--courteously*
*Two days later*
They come BACK just before closing. I see them coming and grab a low bin to fill in the back, leaving my innocent CW to deal with them. Cowardly, yes, but I would have overcharged them purposely just for being rude, not to mention what candies they would have eaten and contaminated in the process, so it's kinder to them (whether or not they deserve it). Here's my CW's tale:
They grab candy. As in don't grab a bag and ignore the scoops and tongs, and then bring it up to the register IN THEIR HAND.
CW: Um, we need to weigh that.
AM2: Is that clean? *snobbish face, looking at the freshly wiped scale*
CW: Well, see, most people know to use a bag. *gets them one and watches the AMG and Spawn eating from bins and then adding to the price*
AM2: *pays, delivering waspish comments all the while, and as they leave she starts picking bits of french fry from the baby's face and flicking it onto our freshly swept and mopped floor, as well as into the path of passers-by*
Me: *I finally come out* Have. A GOOD. Night! *teeth clenched*
AMFamily: *take the hint and leave*
CW: OMG, they were so RUDE!
Me: *longsuffering sigh* I know.
One of the young women gets some candy and I start to relax just a tad as the rest hover near the door, holding their spawn--children!--away from the bins. Then they all troup up to pay and as so often happens, there's an argument. Not with the price, however. With who PAYS.
AM1: Nicer, quieter one
AM2: Medusa returned and one spawn short of housing the Three Gorgons
AMG: Grandma, the source!!
Spawn: GIT--Gorgons-in-training, innocent to their parents brainlessness
CW: Coworker
Me: Suffering silently
AM1: Here's my card.
Me: *move to take it*
AM2: No, I'm paying! *shoves her card at me from the side*
ME: *I pause since I hate it when this happens...whose are you supposed to take in those situations???*
AM1: ------ you don't have to do that--
AM2: Take it, I said! *to me, in the most rude and obnoxious tone I've ever heard*
Me: *takes her card, makes her show ID (I was hoping she'd have a wrong one but no such luck), run it and just as I hand it back....*
AMG: *pops some candy straight from the bin into her mouth*
Me: *to AM2* She needs to pay for that.
AM2: *eyeroll* Fine... *hands me a dollar and then one of the spawn does the same thing*
Me: Please keep your "children's" hands out of the bins.
AM2: Just charge me for those, and add one extra, I'm gonna take one of those over there.
Me: *deliberately overcharge to cover the contaminated candy I'd have to pick out when they leave and shoo them out--courteously*
*Two days later*
They come BACK just before closing. I see them coming and grab a low bin to fill in the back, leaving my innocent CW to deal with them. Cowardly, yes, but I would have overcharged them purposely just for being rude, not to mention what candies they would have eaten and contaminated in the process, so it's kinder to them (whether or not they deserve it). Here's my CW's tale:
They grab candy. As in don't grab a bag and ignore the scoops and tongs, and then bring it up to the register IN THEIR HAND.
CW: Um, we need to weigh that.
AM2: Is that clean? *snobbish face, looking at the freshly wiped scale*
CW: Well, see, most people know to use a bag. *gets them one and watches the AMG and Spawn eating from bins and then adding to the price*
AM2: *pays, delivering waspish comments all the while, and as they leave she starts picking bits of french fry from the baby's face and flicking it onto our freshly swept and mopped floor, as well as into the path of passers-by*
Me: *I finally come out* Have. A GOOD. Night! *teeth clenched*
AMFamily: *take the hint and leave*
CW: OMG, they were so RUDE!
Me: *longsuffering sigh* I know.
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