Okay, so I'm cashiering and a little old lady comes through and pays with her card. She signs the card reader with a real ink pen instead of the pen thing that's attatched to the card reader, so her signature is written on the screen in ink. She promptly gets upset.
"I can't have my name on there. Do you have some soap and water? I'm not leaving until it's off there."
As she scrubs it off using my hand sanitizer, I begin slowly ringing up the next guy's purchases while I'm waiting for her. She doesn't like this.
"Don't go any farther until I get this off here!"
Okay, I stop and wait. She finally gets the ink off. Before I get a chance, the guy next in line quickly steps up to help her load her bags in. He asks her, "Do you have all of the bags?" She doesn't answer, or even thank him. Instead, she ignores him, glares at me and demanded that I give her her name. That's when the guy BLEW UP.
Guy: *to me* "You know, what is it that makes old people think that they don't have to have any manners??!"
Keep in mind that the old lady was standing right next to him when he said this. His wife looked MORTIFIED and hissed, "Stop it!"
Old lady: *taking a few steps forward* "WHAT was that about old people?!"
Guy: "I said what is it that makes old people think they don't have to have any MANNERS?!!"
Then they were both going at it. It felt surreal. They're both arguing at the top of their lungs, the wife looks like she'd love nothing more than for the floor to swallow her up, and I'm looking back and fourth as though I'm watching a fascinating tennis match. I couldn't believe that two customers, er guests, were standing right in front of me arguing like that. I've never seen anything like it. I might expect something like that in Wal-Mart, but I thought our store was of a slightly higher class. I guess I was wrong.
"I can't have my name on there. Do you have some soap and water? I'm not leaving until it's off there."
As she scrubs it off using my hand sanitizer, I begin slowly ringing up the next guy's purchases while I'm waiting for her. She doesn't like this.
"Don't go any farther until I get this off here!"
Okay, I stop and wait. She finally gets the ink off. Before I get a chance, the guy next in line quickly steps up to help her load her bags in. He asks her, "Do you have all of the bags?" She doesn't answer, or even thank him. Instead, she ignores him, glares at me and demanded that I give her her name. That's when the guy BLEW UP.
Guy: *to me* "You know, what is it that makes old people think that they don't have to have any manners??!"
Keep in mind that the old lady was standing right next to him when he said this. His wife looked MORTIFIED and hissed, "Stop it!"
Old lady: *taking a few steps forward* "WHAT was that about old people?!"
Guy: "I said what is it that makes old people think they don't have to have any MANNERS?!!"
Then they were both going at it. It felt surreal. They're both arguing at the top of their lungs, the wife looks like she'd love nothing more than for the floor to swallow her up, and I'm looking back and fourth as though I'm watching a fascinating tennis match. I couldn't believe that two customers, er guests, were standing right in front of me arguing like that. I've never seen anything like it. I might expect something like that in Wal-Mart, but I thought our store was of a slightly higher class. I guess I was wrong.
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