Recently, we were having our registers audited because someone was apparently stealing. That means that each register belongs to one associate, and that associate alone. When that associate went to break, it meant that no one could check out in our department until she returned.
So this ensued:
I hear a man shouting in a very angry voice.
Bear in mind he has a young boy with him, maybe seven years old.
I walk over to the registers and see him in heated discussion with another of our associates, who is explaining the new policy of one cashier only. This guy has a handful of pharmacy stuff that he wants to buy.
Cue floor-thumping tantrum. VPA is Very Patient Associate.
SC: This is bulls***! Every time I come back here to check out there's no one here, this is f**cking bullsh**!
VPA: Well, I apologize sir, it's a new policy, just started today.
SC: You mean I have to go up front and wait in those f**king lines?
VPA: The cashier here is on break, she'll be back in about ten minutes.
SC: [Begins to storm off with merchandise in hand, then thinks better of it and throws it on the counter in a huff. Storms off. See ya.]
Me: What was that about?
SC: He didn't like our new policy.
I feel sorry for the kid, seeing his dad (or maybe grandad) go through a fury like that. God only knows what he's like when he's at home. What is the matter with people? Seriously.
So this ensued:
I hear a man shouting in a very angry voice.
Bear in mind he has a young boy with him, maybe seven years old.
I walk over to the registers and see him in heated discussion with another of our associates, who is explaining the new policy of one cashier only. This guy has a handful of pharmacy stuff that he wants to buy.
Cue floor-thumping tantrum. VPA is Very Patient Associate.
SC: This is bulls***! Every time I come back here to check out there's no one here, this is f**cking bullsh**!
VPA: Well, I apologize sir, it's a new policy, just started today.
SC: You mean I have to go up front and wait in those f**king lines?
VPA: The cashier here is on break, she'll be back in about ten minutes.
SC: [Begins to storm off with merchandise in hand, then thinks better of it and throws it on the counter in a huff. Storms off. See ya.]
Me: What was that about?
SC: He didn't like our new policy.
I feel sorry for the kid, seeing his dad (or maybe grandad) go through a fury like that. God only knows what he's like when he's at home. What is the matter with people? Seriously.
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