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So I worked the entire week leading up to Easter, and then Easter Sunday too. I'm really surprised that I only collected three memorable SCs during that entire time, but I've also got two from earlier that were fairly odd.
Learn to Count
So two guys come up to the register with a loaded cart and reeking of marijuana and body odor. This is already off to a good start and one of the guys is stumbling over his mostly-mumbled words, trying to explain to me that I need to ring things up from the front to the back because he's on food stamps. I eventually assure him that I will, and get started.
Not far in, I picked up a bag of lemons in a mesh bag and the bottom tore open, spilling all the lemons into his cart. He immediately informed me he didn't want them anymore. Okay, first things first - they fell into your cart, not the floor. You have other produce sitting directly in the cart already. Second - it was a mesh bag. The lemons were touching the cart through the gaps already. Finally, judging from the stench around you, neither of you are the most hygienic people to begin with. I doubt touching the cart will cause you excessive suffering.
Of course, by the time we were halfway through (at $70), he realized he didn't have that much money on his food stamp card. So he started having me void off items one by one until we got down under $50.
You're kind of stupid
I was clearing the lot a few weeks ago when this older man comes up, doubling over in laughter. He's managing to say "Boar's Head!" between gasps as he claps me solidly on the back. He goes on to explain, "Ya'll are sellin' boar's heads back there! I'm gonna get me a whole boar's head!"
And then stumbled off still laughing.
For those not in the know, "Boar's Head" is a rather expensive brand of deli meats and cheeses.
And so are you
Another incident with that particular brand. This time it was a young woman talking to who I can only assume was a boyfriend. I overheard them in the lobby as I headed outside. Said the young lady: "Oh! My! Gawd! They sell boar's heads here? Like whole pig's heads?! That is sooo nasty!"
Plz learn historical context and translation issues kthnxbye
Few days ago, was bagging when this girl comes through the line and the cashier starts picking up the potted plants she had. The first three were $6.99, and the last two $7.99. K, the cashier, got the first three up, then paused to find a price sticker on one of the second two. The girl started getting panicky. She was literally bouncing on her heels out of sheer anxiety. She pointed at the register's screen while trying her hardest not to look directly at it, saying "Oh, please hurry up! I don't like six-six-six!"
I wonder if she was able to look over her receipt without a similar panic attack.
Volume control
So again bagging this past week and a guy in a business suit comes up to the line talking VERY LOUDLY on a bluetooth phone. I curse the fact that the only people who seem to get signal in our store are the ones who talk loud enough they could just shout their message to the recipient just as easily. Not only did he persist in his conversation regarding the price of a rental truck during the entire checkout, but he was also being very particular about his bagging. Furthermore, it seemed the only way he had to communicate his desires was to increase his volume even higher and start grabbing at things. That lead to wonderful gems like "WELL YEAH I KNOW BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THE PRICE JIM HEY DON'T BAG THOSE TOGETHER TOLD ME IS GOING TO BE WHAT BOB THOSE EITHER THOSE NEED THEIR OWN BAG CHARGES ME YOU KNOW?"
That order ended with him having a cart full of bags with maybe 1-2 items and each, and the cashier and I with slightly ringing ears.
But now I finally get days off.
Learn to Count
So two guys come up to the register with a loaded cart and reeking of marijuana and body odor. This is already off to a good start and one of the guys is stumbling over his mostly-mumbled words, trying to explain to me that I need to ring things up from the front to the back because he's on food stamps. I eventually assure him that I will, and get started.
Not far in, I picked up a bag of lemons in a mesh bag and the bottom tore open, spilling all the lemons into his cart. He immediately informed me he didn't want them anymore. Okay, first things first - they fell into your cart, not the floor. You have other produce sitting directly in the cart already. Second - it was a mesh bag. The lemons were touching the cart through the gaps already. Finally, judging from the stench around you, neither of you are the most hygienic people to begin with. I doubt touching the cart will cause you excessive suffering.
Of course, by the time we were halfway through (at $70), he realized he didn't have that much money on his food stamp card. So he started having me void off items one by one until we got down under $50.
You're kind of stupid
I was clearing the lot a few weeks ago when this older man comes up, doubling over in laughter. He's managing to say "Boar's Head!" between gasps as he claps me solidly on the back. He goes on to explain, "Ya'll are sellin' boar's heads back there! I'm gonna get me a whole boar's head!"
And then stumbled off still laughing.
For those not in the know, "Boar's Head" is a rather expensive brand of deli meats and cheeses.
And so are you
Another incident with that particular brand. This time it was a young woman talking to who I can only assume was a boyfriend. I overheard them in the lobby as I headed outside. Said the young lady: "Oh! My! Gawd! They sell boar's heads here? Like whole pig's heads?! That is sooo nasty!"
Plz learn historical context and translation issues kthnxbye
Few days ago, was bagging when this girl comes through the line and the cashier starts picking up the potted plants she had. The first three were $6.99, and the last two $7.99. K, the cashier, got the first three up, then paused to find a price sticker on one of the second two. The girl started getting panicky. She was literally bouncing on her heels out of sheer anxiety. She pointed at the register's screen while trying her hardest not to look directly at it, saying "Oh, please hurry up! I don't like six-six-six!"
I wonder if she was able to look over her receipt without a similar panic attack.
Volume control
So again bagging this past week and a guy in a business suit comes up to the line talking VERY LOUDLY on a bluetooth phone. I curse the fact that the only people who seem to get signal in our store are the ones who talk loud enough they could just shout their message to the recipient just as easily. Not only did he persist in his conversation regarding the price of a rental truck during the entire checkout, but he was also being very particular about his bagging. Furthermore, it seemed the only way he had to communicate his desires was to increase his volume even higher and start grabbing at things. That lead to wonderful gems like "WELL YEAH I KNOW BUT I DON'T KNOW IF THE PRICE JIM HEY DON'T BAG THOSE TOGETHER TOLD ME IS GOING TO BE WHAT BOB THOSE EITHER THOSE NEED THEIR OWN BAG CHARGES ME YOU KNOW?"
That order ended with him having a cart full of bags with maybe 1-2 items and each, and the cashier and I with slightly ringing ears.
But now I finally get days off.
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