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It has been a while since I graced your pages with any stories. Actually. I only did it twice. It they weren't even a good stories. But since then, I had left my job that had caused me many a-headache, and I haven't had to deal with a customer since. It's wonderful.
Now. I'm digging through my memory here, but I wish to depart some rather frustrating things that happened last year around the November and December months.
Odd-Logic. Old Lady.
Now, I don't have anything against old people. I don't. I just have something against people who can't use common sense when doing something.
Now, in the place that I worked, there were only two cashes. And while we were just a dollar sto- erm. Excuse me "extreme retail" store, we got a LOT of people at times, and there usually was a huge lineup for both cashes.
Now. One line was particularly long, and I was using my super-fast cash skills to get through people as quickly as possible.
Then an old woman came up with a few items. It went something like this :
OW: I can't believe how long this lineup is. It's ridiculous. People shouldn't have to wait like this.
ME: I apologize, we're going as fast as we can.
OW: -harumph- *shoves the items on the counter*
ME: *picks up the first one*
OW: Oh. I forgot a bag. Where are they?
ME: Ah. The gift-bags are down in the center isle. Want me to hold the items aside till you come back?
OW: *looks at me like I'm a complete moron* No. YOU go get it.
ME: ... Sorry ma'am, but I cannot get it for you. I have to deal with the line of customers.
OW: What? -I- was here first. Go. Get. Me. My. Bag.
ME: I CANNOT. There a very long lineup. It is unfair to other customers.
OW: This is stupid! I'M YOUR CUSTOMER. I'll never shop here again! *huffs and stomps out of the store. Never to be seen again*
I'm sorry lady, but what had made you have such a bad day? Yes, you're old. Yes, you're a respected senior. No. I'm not your monkey to grab your things as you see fit. First of all, we have lots and lots of bags to choose from. Second of all. There's a huge-ass line! Did you not SEE it? Other people are just as frustrated as you, and they'll get MORE pissed off if I did your bidding. I wonder what strange land makes you think you can get a cashier in the middle of a huge rush to go get things for you like they’re your shopping monkey.
More Odd Logic
Some days it's rather unbearably slow. Very slow. It just drags on and on. But I have to say up front and watch the cash machines. Because... leaving them is rather stupid. It's neat though, since I can generally help people up front with their purchases.
One lady, however, had a little weird logic about how this worked. Generally it's. See a price. See if it is worth the price. Buy if like it and like the price.
Not. See the price. Bargain. Get pissed when I cannot give you a deal. No. I don't want to be fired.
SC: *looking at collectable Canuck towels* Excuse me, these are 50 cents more than ____ store.
ME: Ah, really? There are two different sizes there. That might be the med-
SC: No. These are the same ones.
ME: I see. That's the price we have them as in this store.
SC: If I buy 3 of them, can you give me another 3 for free?
ME: ... What?
SC: *speaking as if I'm stupid* Can I get 6 for half off?
ME: No... I can't do that.
SC: Why not? I shop here all the time! This is stupid. These are way too expensive otherwise.
ME: I apologize ma'am. But I cannot change the pricing of these. My manager has the ability, but I do not.
SC: Whatever. *leaves the store*
I just... what? What? BWAH? You want them to be HALF OFF? I'm sorry, but there's no mystery sale that only happens if you ask. Maybe if they were torn... or if they were stained or something really weird... MAYBE. Maybe if nobody wanted to buy them and they smelled like the plague we'd sell them to you for the cheap. But... no. Sorry. No. Half off does not make sense. Maybe if you asked for .50 off… Bah. No. You don't deserve it. >_> (And they were over 4 dollars, so you know.)
You're being awfully discriminatory. BUT YOU'RE DOIN' IT WRONG.
It's one thing to be rude to people for being something they don't want to interact with. Be it race or gender. But getting it WRONG is even more insulting.
AM - Awful Man
GF - Awful Man's girlfriend (not so awful)
ME - Me
OC - Other cashier
AM: *walks up to my cash. Pauses. Looks me up and down* Ugh. You're too white, male and geeky. *goes to other cashier*
ME:
GF: *gives him a dirty look* If someone said that to me, I'd kick their ass.|
AM: *ignoring her*
OC: *ringing him through - didn’t seem to notice either*
Nothing else transgresses; the man's girlfriend keeps giving him a dirty look though. When they were done, and about to go through the door, I said, because I was so pissed off.
ME: Sir. I am white. And I AM a geek. But I most certainly AM. NOT. A. MALE.
He ignored me, left, and the girl looked like she wanted to drop kick him Chuck Norris style. I don't know why, but I was positively infuriated. He said it with such a disgusted tone too. Like I was some white-geek trash that he hated in high school. Sorry.
Girlfriend of this dude? Please. PLEASE could you have dropped kicked him in front of the store?
Enjoy these stories. I’ll dig up some more later. When I get home or something. I’m not sure if I WANT to dig that far into my brain. There might be horrors untold in there.
Now. I'm digging through my memory here, but I wish to depart some rather frustrating things that happened last year around the November and December months.
Odd-Logic. Old Lady.
Now, I don't have anything against old people. I don't. I just have something against people who can't use common sense when doing something.
Now, in the place that I worked, there were only two cashes. And while we were just a dollar sto- erm. Excuse me "extreme retail" store, we got a LOT of people at times, and there usually was a huge lineup for both cashes.
Now. One line was particularly long, and I was using my super-fast cash skills to get through people as quickly as possible.
Then an old woman came up with a few items. It went something like this :
OW: I can't believe how long this lineup is. It's ridiculous. People shouldn't have to wait like this.
ME: I apologize, we're going as fast as we can.
OW: -harumph- *shoves the items on the counter*
ME: *picks up the first one*
OW: Oh. I forgot a bag. Where are they?
ME: Ah. The gift-bags are down in the center isle. Want me to hold the items aside till you come back?
OW: *looks at me like I'm a complete moron* No. YOU go get it.
ME: ... Sorry ma'am, but I cannot get it for you. I have to deal with the line of customers.
OW: What? -I- was here first. Go. Get. Me. My. Bag.
ME: I CANNOT. There a very long lineup. It is unfair to other customers.
OW: This is stupid! I'M YOUR CUSTOMER. I'll never shop here again! *huffs and stomps out of the store. Never to be seen again*
I'm sorry lady, but what had made you have such a bad day? Yes, you're old. Yes, you're a respected senior. No. I'm not your monkey to grab your things as you see fit. First of all, we have lots and lots of bags to choose from. Second of all. There's a huge-ass line! Did you not SEE it? Other people are just as frustrated as you, and they'll get MORE pissed off if I did your bidding. I wonder what strange land makes you think you can get a cashier in the middle of a huge rush to go get things for you like they’re your shopping monkey.
More Odd Logic
Some days it's rather unbearably slow. Very slow. It just drags on and on. But I have to say up front and watch the cash machines. Because... leaving them is rather stupid. It's neat though, since I can generally help people up front with their purchases.
One lady, however, had a little weird logic about how this worked. Generally it's. See a price. See if it is worth the price. Buy if like it and like the price.
Not. See the price. Bargain. Get pissed when I cannot give you a deal. No. I don't want to be fired.
SC: *looking at collectable Canuck towels* Excuse me, these are 50 cents more than ____ store.
ME: Ah, really? There are two different sizes there. That might be the med-
SC: No. These are the same ones.
ME: I see. That's the price we have them as in this store.
SC: If I buy 3 of them, can you give me another 3 for free?
ME: ... What?
SC: *speaking as if I'm stupid* Can I get 6 for half off?
ME: No... I can't do that.
SC: Why not? I shop here all the time! This is stupid. These are way too expensive otherwise.
ME: I apologize ma'am. But I cannot change the pricing of these. My manager has the ability, but I do not.
SC: Whatever. *leaves the store*
I just... what? What? BWAH? You want them to be HALF OFF? I'm sorry, but there's no mystery sale that only happens if you ask. Maybe if they were torn... or if they were stained or something really weird... MAYBE. Maybe if nobody wanted to buy them and they smelled like the plague we'd sell them to you for the cheap. But... no. Sorry. No. Half off does not make sense. Maybe if you asked for .50 off… Bah. No. You don't deserve it. >_> (And they were over 4 dollars, so you know.)
You're being awfully discriminatory. BUT YOU'RE DOIN' IT WRONG.
It's one thing to be rude to people for being something they don't want to interact with. Be it race or gender. But getting it WRONG is even more insulting.
AM - Awful Man
GF - Awful Man's girlfriend (not so awful)
ME - Me
OC - Other cashier
AM: *walks up to my cash. Pauses. Looks me up and down* Ugh. You're too white, male and geeky. *goes to other cashier*
ME:
GF: *gives him a dirty look* If someone said that to me, I'd kick their ass.|
AM: *ignoring her*
OC: *ringing him through - didn’t seem to notice either*
Nothing else transgresses; the man's girlfriend keeps giving him a dirty look though. When they were done, and about to go through the door, I said, because I was so pissed off.
ME: Sir. I am white. And I AM a geek. But I most certainly AM. NOT. A. MALE.
He ignored me, left, and the girl looked like she wanted to drop kick him Chuck Norris style. I don't know why, but I was positively infuriated. He said it with such a disgusted tone too. Like I was some white-geek trash that he hated in high school. Sorry.
Girlfriend of this dude? Please. PLEASE could you have dropped kicked him in front of the store?
Enjoy these stories. I’ll dig up some more later. When I get home or something. I’m not sure if I WANT to dig that far into my brain. There might be horrors untold in there.
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