Well, while yesterday was a majorly good day, the one downside was that people kept paying me with $100 bills for low-pricing transactions. And part of this downside was a lady/entitlement whore who INSISTED on how I should give her change back.
She comes through and buys some lipstick, a pack of gum, and some random candies. Her total is less than $5. And yep, you guessed it, she whipps out the $100. I ring it up and hand her her change, and I only have tens and fives in my till.
She stares at it, 'Can I have twenties?'
'I'm sorry, ma'am, I have no twenties in my till.'
She gets pissed. 'What? Why the hell not? Why don't you have any twenties?'
I look her square in the eye and say, with a dead-pan face, 'Because people kept paying with hundreds.'
She got a look on her face and then it turned angry. 'Go get me some twenties.' Now, I knew I was lucky when she didn't scream for a manager just then, so I got a hundred out of my till and got some twenties from bookkeeping.
She said, 'Count it out for me.' I do so, and hand it to her. She stares. 'I said count it for me!'
'I did!' I say. She says, 'Well, I wasn't looking.' I count it out again and hand it to her, resisting the urge to throw it in her face. She snatches it out of my hand and walks out.
Bitch.
She comes through and buys some lipstick, a pack of gum, and some random candies. Her total is less than $5. And yep, you guessed it, she whipps out the $100. I ring it up and hand her her change, and I only have tens and fives in my till.
She stares at it, 'Can I have twenties?'
'I'm sorry, ma'am, I have no twenties in my till.'
She gets pissed. 'What? Why the hell not? Why don't you have any twenties?'
I look her square in the eye and say, with a dead-pan face, 'Because people kept paying with hundreds.'
She got a look on her face and then it turned angry. 'Go get me some twenties.' Now, I knew I was lucky when she didn't scream for a manager just then, so I got a hundred out of my till and got some twenties from bookkeeping.
She said, 'Count it out for me.' I do so, and hand it to her. She stares. 'I said count it for me!'
'I did!' I say. She says, 'Well, I wasn't looking.' I count it out again and hand it to her, resisting the urge to throw it in her face. She snatches it out of my hand and walks out.
Bitch.
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