Well, this was quite interesting. As a reminder, I work as a cashier in a grocery store, and I had this very interesting transaction.
Me:
SC: Sucky Customer
M: Manager
OC: Other Cashier
So, the SC came into my line and I rang up her order with, at first, no problem.
SC: I want to pay for this half cash, and half with my card.
So saying, she gave me half the money and I entered the amount into the computer. So far, so good.
SC: The card hasn't arrived in the mail yet, but here's the number and expiration date.
She then tried to hand me a piece of paper with some numbers written on it. I didn't even touch it, of course.
Me: I can't take that.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because there's no way to prove that it's your card.
SC: I told you, it hasn't arrived in the mail yet. I go to Nifty Neat Bank.
Now, Nifty Neat Bank (not its real name) is not affiliated with The Grocery Store. They rent out space inside the store, but they're not a part of the store. She repeated that she belonged to Nifty Neat bank, and I rang my bell for the manager. I knew I would probably have to cancel the order. The manager came over, and I explained the situation.
M: We can't accept this.
SC: I can't believe it! This has never happened to me before.
Me: We could save the order, if you want. (There was a line building up, and I didn't want to waste any more time with her.) I refunded the money the SC had given me, and the manager used the key to save the order. I then started on the next order, thanking the next customer for being so patient during the delay. The SC was speaking on the phone, so I overheard part of the conversation.
SC: I can't believe the stupid store won't take my money! No, those idiots just won't take it. I have never had this problem ever before at any other store. I can't believe they're doing this. Hey--<that said to me>--How much is the total?
Me: Let's see, you gave me $70 and there was $68 left, so that would be--
SC: (impatiently) How much is it, exactly?
Well, missie, I'm trying to help you. I smiled most politely and said,
Me: I don't remember the exact total. M would know.
SC: I asked you how much it was.
Me: M has the transaction information. (When we save an order, it prints out a saved order receipt, which M took with her.)
OC: Go see M at the customer service desk, over there.
Finally, with that, the SC left me, continuing to gripe on her cell phone about how unreasonable the store was.
Me:

SC: Sucky Customer
M: Manager
OC: Other Cashier
So, the SC came into my line and I rang up her order with, at first, no problem.
SC: I want to pay for this half cash, and half with my card.
So saying, she gave me half the money and I entered the amount into the computer. So far, so good.
SC: The card hasn't arrived in the mail yet, but here's the number and expiration date.
She then tried to hand me a piece of paper with some numbers written on it. I didn't even touch it, of course.
Me: I can't take that.
SC: Why not?
Me: Because there's no way to prove that it's your card.
SC: I told you, it hasn't arrived in the mail yet. I go to Nifty Neat Bank.
Now, Nifty Neat Bank (not its real name) is not affiliated with The Grocery Store. They rent out space inside the store, but they're not a part of the store. She repeated that she belonged to Nifty Neat bank, and I rang my bell for the manager. I knew I would probably have to cancel the order. The manager came over, and I explained the situation.
M: We can't accept this.
SC: I can't believe it! This has never happened to me before.
Me: We could save the order, if you want. (There was a line building up, and I didn't want to waste any more time with her.) I refunded the money the SC had given me, and the manager used the key to save the order. I then started on the next order, thanking the next customer for being so patient during the delay. The SC was speaking on the phone, so I overheard part of the conversation.
SC: I can't believe the stupid store won't take my money! No, those idiots just won't take it. I have never had this problem ever before at any other store. I can't believe they're doing this. Hey--<that said to me>--How much is the total?
Me: Let's see, you gave me $70 and there was $68 left, so that would be--
SC: (impatiently) How much is it, exactly?
Well, missie, I'm trying to help you. I smiled most politely and said,
Me: I don't remember the exact total. M would know.
SC: I asked you how much it was.
Me: M has the transaction information. (When we save an order, it prints out a saved order receipt, which M took with her.)
OC: Go see M at the customer service desk, over there.
Finally, with that, the SC left me, continuing to gripe on her cell phone about how unreasonable the store was.
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