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Some background first, my first month at work a lady purchases 16 of our local papers. This led us to run out of papers early and our regular customers complained. The boss decreed that the new store policy is only 4 papers per person. I was waiting for the lady to return but she never did.
Flash forward to yesterday I am walking to work when I see a woman park in front of the store. I let out a sigh because I hate dealing with impatient early birds and hoped she would be cool.
I get to the store and it's the newspaper lady from a month ago. She is holding an armful of newspapers and I realized the she had removed the plastic bindings that held the papers together. That infuriated me, she goes up to a stack of bound newspapers in front of a closed store and just decides to help herself.
Me: Can I help you? (said in what was probably a testy tone)
SC: (Totally oblivious) I need to buy eleven papers
Me: I'm sorry, we have a new store policy limiting four newspapers per customer.
SC: (Sighs and sets down all but four of the papers) Fine I'll take the four
She then tries to hand me a crumpled up five.
Me: I can't make any transactions until the store opens. (I need to set aside reserved papers and count to make sure we got them all)
SC: When are you going to open then?
Me: In fifteen minutes
She comes back 15 minutes later and buys her four papers. This time though she hands me a twenty. I ask "Out of 20?" and she says yes. I realize I have no pennies in my till and go to grab a roll when she snaps "I wanted to pay with a five."
As she is leaving she whines that our store policy "sucks."
If I ever see her again it will be too soon.
Flash forward to yesterday I am walking to work when I see a woman park in front of the store. I let out a sigh because I hate dealing with impatient early birds and hoped she would be cool.
I get to the store and it's the newspaper lady from a month ago. She is holding an armful of newspapers and I realized the she had removed the plastic bindings that held the papers together. That infuriated me, she goes up to a stack of bound newspapers in front of a closed store and just decides to help herself.
Me: Can I help you? (said in what was probably a testy tone)
SC: (Totally oblivious) I need to buy eleven papers
Me: I'm sorry, we have a new store policy limiting four newspapers per customer.
SC: (Sighs and sets down all but four of the papers) Fine I'll take the four
She then tries to hand me a crumpled up five.
Me: I can't make any transactions until the store opens. (I need to set aside reserved papers and count to make sure we got them all)
SC: When are you going to open then?
Me: In fifteen minutes
She comes back 15 minutes later and buys her four papers. This time though she hands me a twenty. I ask "Out of 20?" and she says yes. I realize I have no pennies in my till and go to grab a roll when she snaps "I wanted to pay with a five."
As she is leaving she whines that our store policy "sucks."If I ever see her again it will be too soon.
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