Yeah, i'm still kinda thinking WTF was this bitch on.
So I have two people in line. One in front of me, and another was behind her.
The person before me pays with a bunch of ones. Takes maybe 30 seconds to count, recount, and recount again. Transaction goes smoothly, and I help the next person.
Things are going smooth, until I begin to get her change.
SC: "Do not give me any ones that wetback gave you."
Me:
SC: "You heard me. Don't give me any dollar bills that wetback gave you!"
Me: "What wetback?"
SC: "That wetback that was in front of me!"
Oh-kay, better get the manager before this turns into a really bad parody of Mind of Mencia. LP instead comes up (he's a keyholder
LP: "What is the problem?"
SC: "I don't want any dollar bills that was given to your cashier by the wetback that was in front of me."
LP: "What?"
SC: "She doesn't want the bills that was given to me by the customer in front of her."
Now as I was replying, I had taken the dollar bills, taken them out of the till, and began to "shuffle them." Part spite, part waiting-and-needed-to-do-something-while-problem-got-solved. As the SC and LP were arguing abit over policy, semantics, and logic, I shuffled two "clean" bills over the two "dirty" bills and dumped the rest of the "dirty"bills to the bottom of the stack.
LP: "Just give what she wants."
Me: "Okay, here are 4 clean bills!!"
SC takes it without a word. LP and I reflect abit.
LP: "You did give her at least one of the bills that customer gave you, right?"
Me: "Two."
LP: "First that germphobic woman, and now this. What next, some idiot comes in and asks for bills with 666 in them?"
So I have two people in line. One in front of me, and another was behind her.
The person before me pays with a bunch of ones. Takes maybe 30 seconds to count, recount, and recount again. Transaction goes smoothly, and I help the next person.
Things are going smooth, until I begin to get her change.
SC: "Do not give me any ones that wetback gave you."
Me:
SC: "You heard me. Don't give me any dollar bills that wetback gave you!"
Me: "What wetback?"
SC: "That wetback that was in front of me!"
Oh-kay, better get the manager before this turns into a really bad parody of Mind of Mencia. LP instead comes up (he's a keyholder
LP: "What is the problem?"
SC: "I don't want any dollar bills that was given to your cashier by the wetback that was in front of me."
LP: "What?"
SC: "She doesn't want the bills that was given to me by the customer in front of her."
Now as I was replying, I had taken the dollar bills, taken them out of the till, and began to "shuffle them." Part spite, part waiting-and-needed-to-do-something-while-problem-got-solved. As the SC and LP were arguing abit over policy, semantics, and logic, I shuffled two "clean" bills over the two "dirty" bills and dumped the rest of the "dirty"bills to the bottom of the stack.
LP: "Just give what she wants."
Me: "Okay, here are 4 clean bills!!"
SC takes it without a word. LP and I reflect abit.
LP: "You did give her at least one of the bills that customer gave you, right?"
Me: "Two."
LP: "First that germphobic woman, and now this. What next, some idiot comes in and asks for bills with 666 in them?"
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