This one was minor, but still annoying.
I had an old man come in and ask for a pack of cigarettes. He was old enough (I'd guess 50-60), so I didn't ask him to show me ID. Our register system is set up to automatically block out age-restricted sales until a birthdate is entered. Yeah, sure, I could always enter one, but it's just as easy to ask the customer for a birthdate. That's what I do when the customer is obviously old enough to buy cigarettes or I know the customer as a regular.
So, I asked him for his birthdate.
He just stares at the screen, "How much is it?"
"It'll ring up tax and all once I get your birthdate entered."
He starts fumbling through the money in his wallet, "I don't care about that. How much is the total?"
"What's your birthdate?"
"It's all right, you don't have to get me a present."
Yeah, okay, asshole, just give me a birthdate! "Don't worry, a hard time is always free around here." Besides, I wouldn't waste my money on a crochety old bastard like you.
He just gives me a dirty look and rattles off his birthdate.
I just grin real big, "See how easy it can be. Your total is $x.xx."
He throws his money just short of my hand, like it's an affront. It just means that I'm not going to bother to hand your money to you either. I intentionally unfolded the money and sorted it, then set it on top of the open drawer. Then, I pulled out his change, gently placed it on the counter despite the obviously wiggling fingers of impatience on his outstretched hand, and went about putting the money on top of the open drawer in the register.
"Your change is $.xx." Enjoy your lung cancer.
You want to dish it, so can I. It may not accomplish much else than that, but at least I make myself laugh about it.
I had an old man come in and ask for a pack of cigarettes. He was old enough (I'd guess 50-60), so I didn't ask him to show me ID. Our register system is set up to automatically block out age-restricted sales until a birthdate is entered. Yeah, sure, I could always enter one, but it's just as easy to ask the customer for a birthdate. That's what I do when the customer is obviously old enough to buy cigarettes or I know the customer as a regular.
So, I asked him for his birthdate.
He just stares at the screen, "How much is it?"
"It'll ring up tax and all once I get your birthdate entered."
He starts fumbling through the money in his wallet, "I don't care about that. How much is the total?"
"What's your birthdate?"
"It's all right, you don't have to get me a present."
Yeah, okay, asshole, just give me a birthdate! "Don't worry, a hard time is always free around here." Besides, I wouldn't waste my money on a crochety old bastard like you.
He just gives me a dirty look and rattles off his birthdate.
I just grin real big, "See how easy it can be. Your total is $x.xx."
He throws his money just short of my hand, like it's an affront. It just means that I'm not going to bother to hand your money to you either. I intentionally unfolded the money and sorted it, then set it on top of the open drawer. Then, I pulled out his change, gently placed it on the counter despite the obviously wiggling fingers of impatience on his outstretched hand, and went about putting the money on top of the open drawer in the register.
"Your change is $.xx." Enjoy your lung cancer.
You want to dish it, so can I. It may not accomplish much else than that, but at least I make myself laugh about it.
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