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I had one weird lady come through my line yesterday.
First thing I notice is she's wearing purple plasticy gloves. Ok..Maybe she has something wrong with her hands. Whatever.
Then she picks a bunch of big bags from my bag holders and put them up on the counter. At first I thought she was going to try to take all of them, but I wasn't sure, so I didn't say anything at that point.
She had a few shirts in her arms. Three of them were the same, but different colors, and I'm supposed to ring then up separately for inventory purposes because the UPC for each of the colors is different.
I kept waiting for her to put them down on the counter so I could scan them, but she kept fidgeting with them trying to find the tags. She got two tags from the shirts and ripped them off and threw them on the counter so I could scan them.
She couldn't find tags on the other shirts, which normally wouldn't be a problem, except she WOULDN'T GIVE THE SHIRTS TO ME.
I told her I needed the numbers from the fabric tag on the shirt and I can type them in, and she held it too far away for me to focus well. She kinda freaked out when I reached my hand out to steady it so I could see and type in(I don't have to look at the numbers when I type them in, so that usually speeds things up a little bit most times)
So, since I had three of her four shirts rung up, and it was so much unnecessary trouble to actually do what I was supposed to, I just told her not to worry about the other one, and I used the UPC from one of the other same, but different colored shirt.
So FINALLY, got the shirts rung up, and she bagged them herself(which is why she took them off their little hanger thing...I guess. At least she wasn't trying to take them all).
She had who I assume is her husband with her. But he just hung back the whole time, and he just asked about some baseball cards we had.
The register I was on had the phone the cashiers use to page, and it rang. It was security calling me. They NEVER call down to the registers, but they called me because that lasy was being SO WEIRD.
The LP woman asked me what was going on. I didn't want to say anything in front of the lady I was checking out, so I just kind of stammered something about not worrying about it and I'd explain later.
By this point I figured this lady was an extreme germophobe. If she had told me what was going on from the beginning instead of being so weird, I would've had a little more patience. By this point I was extremely annoyed and wanted her to LEAVE. Especially since I was due to go on my break.
The LP woman who called me sent out down our LP guy to scan them as they were leaving, because I sounded stressed or whatever on the phone with her when I called.
After the weird woman and her husband(?) left, I told him they did pay for everything, but that the woman was really weird and probably freaked out over invisible germs that don't exist.
I mean, even if she has some sort of disease where she can't fight off germs and she gets sick more than average people, if she had told me what was going on, I wouldn't have cared and wouldn't have thought she was being unnecessarily difficult.
First thing I notice is she's wearing purple plasticy gloves. Ok..Maybe she has something wrong with her hands. Whatever.
Then she picks a bunch of big bags from my bag holders and put them up on the counter. At first I thought she was going to try to take all of them, but I wasn't sure, so I didn't say anything at that point.
She had a few shirts in her arms. Three of them were the same, but different colors, and I'm supposed to ring then up separately for inventory purposes because the UPC for each of the colors is different.
I kept waiting for her to put them down on the counter so I could scan them, but she kept fidgeting with them trying to find the tags. She got two tags from the shirts and ripped them off and threw them on the counter so I could scan them.
She couldn't find tags on the other shirts, which normally wouldn't be a problem, except she WOULDN'T GIVE THE SHIRTS TO ME.
I told her I needed the numbers from the fabric tag on the shirt and I can type them in, and she held it too far away for me to focus well. She kinda freaked out when I reached my hand out to steady it so I could see and type in(I don't have to look at the numbers when I type them in, so that usually speeds things up a little bit most times)
So, since I had three of her four shirts rung up, and it was so much unnecessary trouble to actually do what I was supposed to, I just told her not to worry about the other one, and I used the UPC from one of the other same, but different colored shirt.
So FINALLY, got the shirts rung up, and she bagged them herself(which is why she took them off their little hanger thing...I guess. At least she wasn't trying to take them all).
She had who I assume is her husband with her. But he just hung back the whole time, and he just asked about some baseball cards we had.
The register I was on had the phone the cashiers use to page, and it rang. It was security calling me. They NEVER call down to the registers, but they called me because that lasy was being SO WEIRD.
The LP woman asked me what was going on. I didn't want to say anything in front of the lady I was checking out, so I just kind of stammered something about not worrying about it and I'd explain later.
By this point I figured this lady was an extreme germophobe. If she had told me what was going on from the beginning instead of being so weird, I would've had a little more patience. By this point I was extremely annoyed and wanted her to LEAVE. Especially since I was due to go on my break.
The LP woman who called me sent out down our LP guy to scan them as they were leaving, because I sounded stressed or whatever on the phone with her when I called.
After the weird woman and her husband(?) left, I told him they did pay for everything, but that the woman was really weird and probably freaked out over invisible germs that don't exist.
I mean, even if she has some sort of disease where she can't fight off germs and she gets sick more than average people, if she had told me what was going on, I wouldn't have cared and wouldn't have thought she was being unnecessarily difficult.
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