I know this probably belongs in the closing thread, but this ties in with two of my major annoyances. XD Basically, Wednesday was a day where I spent 1 hour on a till, then went to the petrol station, then returned for another hour on checkouts. I'm about the only person over at checkouts who's been trained on petrol for years, so I end up covering shifts there at odd times, cuz they have to have at least 2 people there at all times. That also means I sometimes do lunches or breaks there, too.
Anyway, at the end of the hour on checkouts, a closed sign was put up on my till to indicate its closure. Most people who tried to come on, maybe cuz they didn't see it, were fine when I told them that I was closing. Not so Stupid Mobile Phone Woman. She came to my till, phone clamped to her ear with one hand, armful of obviously squished shopping (no basket) in her free hand and knocked my sign down. She then started dumping her stuff on the belt, still yacking away into her phone.
Due to the quite absorbing conversation she was having about how her husband never pulled his weight and how much she'd spent on shoes last time she went shopping, It took some time to finally be able to get her attention. "I'm sorry, but I'm closed." By now, I had locked up my till, switched off the belt and screen and ready to go relieve someone at petrol. "Can't you serve me?" "No, I can't. I've locked up the till." "Well, unlock it. I'm in a hurry." "No, I can't. I have to go to petrol." She then gave me a dirty look, grabbed her shopping and stomped off in a huff... still with the mobile clamped to her ear, thus treating the person on the other end to her childish tantrum.
Anyway, at the end of the hour on checkouts, a closed sign was put up on my till to indicate its closure. Most people who tried to come on, maybe cuz they didn't see it, were fine when I told them that I was closing. Not so Stupid Mobile Phone Woman. She came to my till, phone clamped to her ear with one hand, armful of obviously squished shopping (no basket) in her free hand and knocked my sign down. She then started dumping her stuff on the belt, still yacking away into her phone.
Due to the quite absorbing conversation she was having about how her husband never pulled his weight and how much she'd spent on shoes last time she went shopping, It took some time to finally be able to get her attention. "I'm sorry, but I'm closed." By now, I had locked up my till, switched off the belt and screen and ready to go relieve someone at petrol. "Can't you serve me?" "No, I can't. I've locked up the till." "Well, unlock it. I'm in a hurry." "No, I can't. I have to go to petrol." She then gave me a dirty look, grabbed her shopping and stomped off in a huff... still with the mobile clamped to her ear, thus treating the person on the other end to her childish tantrum.
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