This old man comes up and his total is one hundred and twenty dollars.
SC: I want a hundred twenty.
ME; (I always repeat back what they want because they usually change it or just in case I hear them wrong--besides the fact that I totally didn't understand him!) A hundred dollar bill and a twenty?
SC: NO! I said, I wanted ONE twenty and the rest tens!
I never even heard him mention tens...
SC: I want all the old tens, not the RED ones.
Last time I checked there was no such thing as red tens. OH,wait, they're orange!
Me: Okay.
I had to open several straps of tens (they're a thousand each) and I had to literally search though all of them to find any non "Red" tens! I was so annoyed.
ME: Sir, the orange tens also work in the machines.
SC: Well, I don't like them. And you will give me what I want.
It is damn near impossible to find the non colored tens-- or atleast a lot of them at one time. And their condition? Sucky. I dug out the grossest ones too.
He was sighing and being really obnoxious.
I put a the twenty over the ten pile and it totally separated from the pile I was going to give him.
SC: You better watch that twenty, don't want it to disappear in your pile of tens!
ME: They won't. (I kind of growled then thought of guest service) thank you though.
Asshole. I think it was more of the tone he was using with me also.
I counted out the tens and then he shoves the goddamn twenty at me and asks for more tens!!! Damnit, why didn't he just tell me when I was doing the other ones!? I think he did it to be an asshole.
Later my CW told my boss and boss woman said not to do that again. That I shouldn't have to search through thousands of tens for him and just give him what I have open. I didn't know I could do that, next time I will.
He did tip me a dollar but I was too angry to even say thanks. I think he did it to amuse himself.
SC: I want a hundred twenty.
ME; (I always repeat back what they want because they usually change it or just in case I hear them wrong--besides the fact that I totally didn't understand him!) A hundred dollar bill and a twenty?
SC: NO! I said, I wanted ONE twenty and the rest tens!
I never even heard him mention tens...
SC: I want all the old tens, not the RED ones.
Last time I checked there was no such thing as red tens. OH,wait, they're orange!
Me: Okay.
I had to open several straps of tens (they're a thousand each) and I had to literally search though all of them to find any non "Red" tens! I was so annoyed.
ME: Sir, the orange tens also work in the machines.
SC: Well, I don't like them. And you will give me what I want.
It is damn near impossible to find the non colored tens-- or atleast a lot of them at one time. And their condition? Sucky. I dug out the grossest ones too.
He was sighing and being really obnoxious.
I put a the twenty over the ten pile and it totally separated from the pile I was going to give him.
SC: You better watch that twenty, don't want it to disappear in your pile of tens!
ME: They won't. (I kind of growled then thought of guest service) thank you though.
Asshole. I think it was more of the tone he was using with me also.
I counted out the tens and then he shoves the goddamn twenty at me and asks for more tens!!! Damnit, why didn't he just tell me when I was doing the other ones!? I think he did it to be an asshole.
Later my CW told my boss and boss woman said not to do that again. That I shouldn't have to search through thousands of tens for him and just give him what I have open. I didn't know I could do that, next time I will.
He did tip me a dollar but I was too angry to even say thanks. I think he did it to amuse himself.
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