A relatively new cashier called for assistance yesterday, and my fellow FES went to help her after my timely declaration of, "Not it!" He came back after a moment, however.
CW: "Um, the answer is probably no, but this woman wants to use her sister's check."
Me: "No. Definitely no."
And I walked over to the register to take care of the situation myself, like a responsible senior FES.
SC: :: on the phone, looking pissed:: This is my sister's check. Can I use it?
Me: No, I'm sorry, you can't use other people's checks.
SC: Not even if I call her on the phone? I mean, I have all the information on there [phone number, driver's license number], and I have L with me, one of your cashiers.
I had SC-tunnelvision while I was walking over, so I didn't notice poor, silently mortified L until then. Still, didn't change a thing.
Me: :: politely:: No can do.
SC: ::deadpan sarcasm:: Well, thanks for your help.
Me: Sorry, it's store policy.
And I walked away from Miss Passive-Aggresive. I realize now I didn't even check her ID to see if the addresses matched. I might've let it slide then, especially with L accompanying her. But with the look on her face and the "I'm surrounded by unreasonable and stupid people" tone she took, I had absolutely no desire to help her. Besides, if her niece is a cashier here, she should know better! I'm sure L told her it wouldn't work beforehand, even as timid as she is. Seriously, taking a check that's not yours, just trusting that the owner approves and that the license number on it is accurate? Come on.
L did come by later, though, to get a refund for something. She said, "Yeah, I'm sorry my aunt's a bitch."
CW: "Um, the answer is probably no, but this woman wants to use her sister's check."
Me: "No. Definitely no."
And I walked over to the register to take care of the situation myself, like a responsible senior FES.
SC: :: on the phone, looking pissed:: This is my sister's check. Can I use it?
Me: No, I'm sorry, you can't use other people's checks.
SC: Not even if I call her on the phone? I mean, I have all the information on there [phone number, driver's license number], and I have L with me, one of your cashiers.
I had SC-tunnelvision while I was walking over, so I didn't notice poor, silently mortified L until then. Still, didn't change a thing.
Me: :: politely:: No can do.
SC: ::deadpan sarcasm:: Well, thanks for your help.
Me: Sorry, it's store policy.
And I walked away from Miss Passive-Aggresive. I realize now I didn't even check her ID to see if the addresses matched. I might've let it slide then, especially with L accompanying her. But with the look on her face and the "I'm surrounded by unreasonable and stupid people" tone she took, I had absolutely no desire to help her. Besides, if her niece is a cashier here, she should know better! I'm sure L told her it wouldn't work beforehand, even as timid as she is. Seriously, taking a check that's not yours, just trusting that the owner approves and that the license number on it is accurate? Come on.
L did come by later, though, to get a refund for something. She said, "Yeah, I'm sorry my aunt's a bitch."

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