This has caused me to have even less faith in the human race than I had before. A little background:
Recently, the grocery store where I work hired on a new cashier that we affectionately dubbed "Shorty". Shorty, I kid you not, does not look a day older than 12 years old, at most, however, he is 16. At least every other customer he waits on will ask him the question "How old are you?!" with their eyes bugging out. After about three weeks or so of this, Shorty started to answer them with a straight-faced "I'm 25." Most people would laugh and then keep pestering him for how old he really is, and it's all in fun; customers love him and most are impressed that not only does he work regularly at 16, but he does his job quite well.
Now we'll talk about last night.
AC= Asshole customer
Me:
Front end manager told me while we weren't busy, to shut my light off and start cleaning registers; great, since I'm closing and if I can get it done now, it means I won't be stuck staying so late after close. I'm at the register behind where Shorty is working; he too has decided to grab a roll of paper towels and spray and clean, but keeps an eye on his register where the light is still on. "Customer" with two young sons attempts to try and come through the lane that I am cleaning, and I tell him that it is not open.
AC:
"Well, where is there one open, then?!"
Me: *refraining from saying "Follow the lights, follow the lights!"* "This one right here, sir." and I show him to Shorty's lane, after giving the kid an apologetic eye roll.
AC: "How old are you?"
Shorty: "I'm 25."
AC is not amused.
AC: "Yeah, right! No, How. Old. Are. You?"
Shorty: "I'm 25!"
He however notices that AC is going into suckage mode and says that no, he's really only sixteen.
AC: "Well, it's at least nice to see that you're working, Mr. sixteen year old. What, are you trying to be some kinda smart Aleck with me or something?"
Shorty: "No . . ."
AC: "You don't think you were just getting smart with me?!"
Shorty: "No." *nervous laugh*
AC: "See your manager over there, J? My daughter grew up with her." (How this has any bearing on ANYTHING, I have no idea)
Shorty: . . .
AC: "Don't you care that you were being a smart Aleck? What if I complain, doesn't that bother you?"
Shorty: "No, sir." (Mind you, he has not copped a snarky attitude or anything, and was being very civil and polite)
AC: "Well, you obviously don't care about your job then! What if I decide I'm not gonna shop at WD anymore, huh? Tell you what, forget it, I don't want any of this. Forget it."
He proceeded to leave his order behind, half-rung up, and walk out the door, but not before doubling back, and putting on the Disgruntled Customer act and telling J she has a serious problem with her Smart Aleck cashier over there on 7. I was sorely tempted to tell this guy not to let the door hit the stick up his arse on the way out ><
While Shorty has a reputation for being snarky (he has nearly convinced some customers that they need to be carded to buy vegetable oil), it's never been a problem before, and like I said, most people will go out of their way to get in his line and have a laugh, and in all honesty, I'd probably get really tired of people asking me how old I am all day. Is it just me, or did this guy overreact?
Recently, the grocery store where I work hired on a new cashier that we affectionately dubbed "Shorty". Shorty, I kid you not, does not look a day older than 12 years old, at most, however, he is 16. At least every other customer he waits on will ask him the question "How old are you?!" with their eyes bugging out. After about three weeks or so of this, Shorty started to answer them with a straight-faced "I'm 25." Most people would laugh and then keep pestering him for how old he really is, and it's all in fun; customers love him and most are impressed that not only does he work regularly at 16, but he does his job quite well.
Now we'll talk about last night.
AC= Asshole customer
Me:

Front end manager told me while we weren't busy, to shut my light off and start cleaning registers; great, since I'm closing and if I can get it done now, it means I won't be stuck staying so late after close. I'm at the register behind where Shorty is working; he too has decided to grab a roll of paper towels and spray and clean, but keeps an eye on his register where the light is still on. "Customer" with two young sons attempts to try and come through the lane that I am cleaning, and I tell him that it is not open.
AC:


Me: *refraining from saying "Follow the lights, follow the lights!"* "This one right here, sir." and I show him to Shorty's lane, after giving the kid an apologetic eye roll.
AC: "How old are you?"
Shorty: "I'm 25."
AC is not amused.
AC: "Yeah, right! No, How. Old. Are. You?"
Shorty: "I'm 25!"
He however notices that AC is going into suckage mode and says that no, he's really only sixteen.
AC: "Well, it's at least nice to see that you're working, Mr. sixteen year old. What, are you trying to be some kinda smart Aleck with me or something?"
Shorty: "No . . ."
AC: "You don't think you were just getting smart with me?!"
Shorty: "No." *nervous laugh*
AC: "See your manager over there, J? My daughter grew up with her." (How this has any bearing on ANYTHING, I have no idea)
Shorty: . . .
AC: "Don't you care that you were being a smart Aleck? What if I complain, doesn't that bother you?"
Shorty: "No, sir." (Mind you, he has not copped a snarky attitude or anything, and was being very civil and polite)
AC: "Well, you obviously don't care about your job then! What if I decide I'm not gonna shop at WD anymore, huh? Tell you what, forget it, I don't want any of this. Forget it."
He proceeded to leave his order behind, half-rung up, and walk out the door, but not before doubling back, and putting on the Disgruntled Customer act and telling J she has a serious problem with her Smart Aleck cashier over there on 7. I was sorely tempted to tell this guy not to let the door hit the stick up his arse on the way out ><
While Shorty has a reputation for being snarky (he has nearly convinced some customers that they need to be carded to buy vegetable oil), it's never been a problem before, and like I said, most people will go out of their way to get in his line and have a laugh, and in all honesty, I'd probably get really tired of people asking me how old I am all day. Is it just me, or did this guy overreact?

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