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  • She had a bit of a chip on her shoulder, I think.

    This happened to me a few weeks ago :

    Two women came up to my register. One of them handed me a book she wanted to buy (a guide to taking the U.S. Citizenship exam).

    At one point, the other woman reached across the counter for something, and it looked to me like she nearly knocked over the small display of Zagat travel guides on the counter.

    I held up a hand and said, "Careful, you almost knocked that over."

    The first woman went bonkers.

    "What's your problem?!" she demanded, looking quite indignant.

    "Ma'am," I said, "you almost knocked this over-"

    "Do we look like animals to you?!" she said. "Just because I'm buying a Citizenship book, you have to treat us like that?!"



    Near as I could figure, I had not said anything that could be construed as a racial remark, or any kind of comment on the fact that she was buying a Citizenship exam guide. She just seemed to automatically jump to that conclusion.

    Having worked in retail for a bit more than seven years, I am seldom startled by the oft-bizarre behavior of customers anymore. But this one did startle me.

    For a few moments, I could only stare at her in disbelief. And then I got my voice back, and I said, in measured tones, "Ma'am, I only said that because you almost knocked this over."

    "We did not! God!" She gave me a disgusted look, paid for her book, and they left.


    Looking back on it, in hindsight, I now believe that it's possible that I was overstating the matter when I said the woman had almost knocked over the display.

    At the time, it honestly looked to me like she did come close to knocking it over, but I might have been mistaken.

    Even if I was mistaken, though, I still think that the first woman's reaction was way over the top.


    I spoke to one of our managers and told her what happened, just in case they came back to complain about it. (They seemed like the kind of customers who would.)

    My manager told me not to worry about it, and that she would take care of it if they did come back. (I never heard anything further about the matter, though, so I figure they didn't.)


    The kicker here is that this all happened at the very end of my shift, just before I was about to go home. I'm sure you've all experienced this as well :

    You're coming to the end of your shift, and you'll be going home soon. It hasn't been a great day at work, but not a really bad one, either, and you're in a fairly good mood . . . And then, just as you're finally about to clock out and leave, there comes that one SC that totally ruins your whole mood, along with a good portion of your evening after you leave work.
    “Excuse me. Is this bracelet real jade?”
    “Ma’am, this is a thrift shop. The tag on the bracelet says $1.50. It comes with a matching mood ring. What do you think?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Yes, it’s real.”

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    You're coming to the end of your shift, and you'll be going home soon. It hasn't been a great day at work, but not a really bad one, either, and you're in a fairly good mood . . . And then, just as you're finally about to clock out and leave, there comes that one SC that totally ruins your whole mood, along with a good portion of your evening after you leave work.
    Definitely been there...also experienced the Zagat display being knocked over...and the Godiva bars...and the gift cards...and pens...fun stuff. I wonder how much more stuff they can cram onto the counter. Eventually there will be no room for the customer to put their purchases down...
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    I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious
    It means that they're worthy - Tim Minchin, "White Wine in the Sun"

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      Quoth Anthony K. S. View Post
      You're coming to the end of your shift, and you'll be going home soon. It hasn't been a great day at work, but not a really bad one, either, and you're in a fairly good mood . . . And then, just as you're finally about to clock out and leave, there comes that one SC that totally ruins your whole mood, along with a good portion of your evening after you leave work.
      I've noticed that many a time at the wholesale club.

      One of the last customers I'll have to ring up when I'm on register will be the complicated order. Either they have a tax exempt order-- meaning I have to flag down an FLS or MOD to put in their code to authorize it, then hit "tax exempt" before EVERY ITEM they are buying without tax, then get them to fill out the 202 form... it's a hassle.

      Or they'll claim "the sign says something else," on something, to haggle over ONE FUCKING DOLLAR.

      Or they'll have left their wallet in the car, but only after I've rung up their order, so it's too late for me to just shut down and go home, let them do it somewhere else. No, I have to wait for them to waddle off to their bimbo box vehicle, rummage through all the fast food detritus that has accumulated and started spawning single-cellular organisms of its own, find said precious wallet or credit card, then waddle back in to pay for their stuff.

      Most often, though, the thing that sours my mood is management taking their sweet fucking time sending my replacement to take over for me on FDLP or on Express register.
      PWNADE(TM) - Serve up a glass today! | PWNZER - An act of pwnage so awesome, it's like the victim got hit by a tank.

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        Quoth BookstoreEscapee View Post
        Definitely been there...also experienced the Zagat display being knocked over...and the Godiva bars...and the gift cards...and pens...fun stuff. I wonder how much more stuff they can cram onto the counter. Eventually there will be no room for the customer to put their purchases down...
        Word. The Chapters here is really bad for that. There is JUST enough room to set a large hardcover down on the counter when you go to pay, and I'm always terrified of setting off an avalance of gift cards, chocolate miscellany and the odd crap that bookstores always have but are only remotely book-related.
        What colour is the sky in your world and how high of a dosage do you need before it turns back to blue? --Gravekeeper

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