Yes, you heard right. I get all kinds of idiot customers. Who doesn't? Well, how many of you get them 5 or 10 minutes before the store closes? This happens every other night to me, and I'm trying to finish out my line so I can get started on my closing duties and go home.
I have slow people.
Customers who just have to go back and get another item.
Customers that forget their credit card, cash, etc.
Customers who find it necessary to question the price of items.
Customers that keep giving me stuff they don't want, resulting in more crap we have to put back.
And then these customers....
2 girls came up to my register buying clothes and a few other things. They ask me, "Can you help us make sure these are all XS?", to which I respond, "I'm sorry, that's not my job." Since when is it my job to help them decide what to buy? It isn't, and I'm not doing it.
They then proceed to hold up every item and look at it, and then decide if they want it. After all this, 1 of them says, "I'm sorry, I just got out of the hospital." I felt sympathy for this girl, but she looked like she still belonged in the hospital. She appeared to be breathing heavily. I'm not so sure she escaped from the hospital.
After waiting for payment, she finally announces that she forgot her credit card in her car. So I have to wait for her to go get it, and guess what? Yes, she takes a long time. And then to top it all off, they have trouble unlocking the door to let her back in. And in the meantime, I'm still at my register, and I want to get off and do my closing duties.
Once again, this stuff always seems to happen 5 or 10 minutes before we close. The rest of the day is alright. I'm about to go insane!
I have slow people.
Customers who just have to go back and get another item.
Customers that forget their credit card, cash, etc.
Customers who find it necessary to question the price of items.
Customers that keep giving me stuff they don't want, resulting in more crap we have to put back.
And then these customers....
2 girls came up to my register buying clothes and a few other things. They ask me, "Can you help us make sure these are all XS?", to which I respond, "I'm sorry, that's not my job." Since when is it my job to help them decide what to buy? It isn't, and I'm not doing it.
They then proceed to hold up every item and look at it, and then decide if they want it. After all this, 1 of them says, "I'm sorry, I just got out of the hospital." I felt sympathy for this girl, but she looked like she still belonged in the hospital. She appeared to be breathing heavily. I'm not so sure she escaped from the hospital.
After waiting for payment, she finally announces that she forgot her credit card in her car. So I have to wait for her to go get it, and guess what? Yes, she takes a long time. And then to top it all off, they have trouble unlocking the door to let her back in. And in the meantime, I'm still at my register, and I want to get off and do my closing duties.
Once again, this stuff always seems to happen 5 or 10 minutes before we close. The rest of the day is alright. I'm about to go insane!


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