This had to have been the most
and
customer I've had in a long time.
Okay, I think it was a full moon all the crazies and jerks were about.
Anyway, this woman comes to my window and has her credit card in hand with the receipt from the machine.
Me: Okay, I need the card you used and your ID please.
SC: But my husband has my ID. And he's in line at the buffet.
Me: Unfortunately we can't process your card without an ID.
SC: I'm handicapped. It's hard for me to walk way over there.
Now I know there are a lot of disabilities out there and I am not one to judge. By this point I started feeling really bad.
Me: Well um, let me talk to my supervisor.
I talked to the supervisor who in turn did what I was going to do... NO because you HAVE to have your ID. I knew this but... I just had to check.
Me: I'm really sorry but you have to have your ID.
SC: Well, what if YOU page him at the buffet?
Me: Let me find out.
I talked to SV who said we DO NOT page people and tell her to use the house phones not far away.
I go out there and tell her to use the house phones and I get FLASHED!!!
SC: See, this is the metal rod in my back. It's hard for me to move.
By this point I am livid. I am not trying to be mean but its not my job to be flashed. I'm sorry I feel for her I really do but it is never okay to lift up your shirt and just do that.
I ran into the back and told the SV that I'm done. His turn. (my SV is really cool and knows I wasn't being mean and telling him what to do-- he's my bitch hehe)
He went out there (he's really suave and professional and always gets them to calm down, mostly because he makes everybody swoon) and handled it well. She finally went away.
I took a ten min break.
I come back and who's in my window?? WAAAH!
This time she's with her husband. I finally got her ID and while I was doing this, I was in the middle of hearing all their relationship crap.
SC=sucky customer
SCH=sucky customer's hubbie
SC: The'yre waiting for us! We're gonna be late.
SCH: I'm sick. We need to eat.
SC: It's hard for me to walk. They should've gotten me a wheel chair.
SCH: Well, honey... It's NOT disneyland.
Okay, I admit it I wanted to laugh... I am not laughing at her disablity, I am very sorry that she has to have that but damn, that is the most funniest and insensitive thing I have ever heard.
I finally got them out of my window. But geez!


Okay, I think it was a full moon all the crazies and jerks were about.
Anyway, this woman comes to my window and has her credit card in hand with the receipt from the machine.
Me: Okay, I need the card you used and your ID please.
SC: But my husband has my ID. And he's in line at the buffet.
Me: Unfortunately we can't process your card without an ID.
SC: I'm handicapped. It's hard for me to walk way over there.
Now I know there are a lot of disabilities out there and I am not one to judge. By this point I started feeling really bad.
Me: Well um, let me talk to my supervisor.
I talked to the supervisor who in turn did what I was going to do... NO because you HAVE to have your ID. I knew this but... I just had to check.
Me: I'm really sorry but you have to have your ID.
SC: Well, what if YOU page him at the buffet?
Me: Let me find out.
I talked to SV who said we DO NOT page people and tell her to use the house phones not far away.
I go out there and tell her to use the house phones and I get FLASHED!!!
SC: See, this is the metal rod in my back. It's hard for me to move.
By this point I am livid. I am not trying to be mean but its not my job to be flashed. I'm sorry I feel for her I really do but it is never okay to lift up your shirt and just do that.
I ran into the back and told the SV that I'm done. His turn. (my SV is really cool and knows I wasn't being mean and telling him what to do-- he's my bitch hehe)
He went out there (he's really suave and professional and always gets them to calm down, mostly because he makes everybody swoon) and handled it well. She finally went away.
I took a ten min break.
I come back and who's in my window?? WAAAH!
This time she's with her husband. I finally got her ID and while I was doing this, I was in the middle of hearing all their relationship crap.
SC=sucky customer
SCH=sucky customer's hubbie
SC: The'yre waiting for us! We're gonna be late.
SCH: I'm sick. We need to eat.
SC: It's hard for me to walk. They should've gotten me a wheel chair.
SCH: Well, honey... It's NOT disneyland.
Okay, I admit it I wanted to laugh... I am not laughing at her disablity, I am very sorry that she has to have that but damn, that is the most funniest and insensitive thing I have ever heard.
I finally got them out of my window. But geez!
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