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Okay, it's time for my bitch-and-moan session about the SCs I've been having at the grocery this week. And boy, do we have some doozies this time!
Let's start with the Memorial Day crowd. As usual, it's procrastinatiors a-plenty, and the day before (and the day of) were packed full with people wanting barbecue and other things related to such affairs.
I only have two main stories to tell.
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My BF Michael was working checkstand and I was bagging for him. Two ladies come up and they start arguing about the price of charcoal and lighter fluid. They say it's $1.50 instead of $2.76. Now, I've dealt with a lot of people who want discounts for no reason, and I didn't want to make a price change, so I went and checked the sign.
Sure enough, the prices that came up on the computer are correct. I tell them so. They go, 'No they're not! They're $1.50!'
'The sign says that it's $2.76, ma'am.'
'The sign says that, but that's still not the price!' Finally they just have it all taken off their order, they pay for the rest, and leave.
A few minutes later, the woman comes back and hands me a flyer. 'There! See? It says $1.50, Memorial Day weekend only!'
I look at the front of the flyer. 'Ma'am, this is for an H-E-B Plus store. We aren't an H-E-B Plus.'
She stares at me for a minute and goes, 'Oh. Alright then.' And walks out.
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A woman came through and I was already in a not-so-pleasant mood. She was one of those fat angry ladies, you know, the ones who go, 'Fuck dis, fuck dat, I do what I want' the entire time you're around them.
She complained about all the prices, asked me to take several things off her order, and I rolled my eyes at her before I could stop myself. She shouted at me and demanded a manager. I'm like, 'Shit.'
Well, my manager came back and she asked how I was doing. I told her everything, that I was having diarrhea (true), that I wasn't getting enough sleep (true), and that I just was having a bad day. She was sympathetic and told me to go home. I need to send her flowers, seriously.
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Ugggh, I hate people.
Let's start with the Memorial Day crowd. As usual, it's procrastinatiors a-plenty, and the day before (and the day of) were packed full with people wanting barbecue and other things related to such affairs.
I only have two main stories to tell.
----
My BF Michael was working checkstand and I was bagging for him. Two ladies come up and they start arguing about the price of charcoal and lighter fluid. They say it's $1.50 instead of $2.76. Now, I've dealt with a lot of people who want discounts for no reason, and I didn't want to make a price change, so I went and checked the sign.
Sure enough, the prices that came up on the computer are correct. I tell them so. They go, 'No they're not! They're $1.50!'
'The sign says that it's $2.76, ma'am.'
'The sign says that, but that's still not the price!' Finally they just have it all taken off their order, they pay for the rest, and leave.
A few minutes later, the woman comes back and hands me a flyer. 'There! See? It says $1.50, Memorial Day weekend only!'
I look at the front of the flyer. 'Ma'am, this is for an H-E-B Plus store. We aren't an H-E-B Plus.'
She stares at me for a minute and goes, 'Oh. Alright then.' And walks out.
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A woman came through and I was already in a not-so-pleasant mood. She was one of those fat angry ladies, you know, the ones who go, 'Fuck dis, fuck dat, I do what I want' the entire time you're around them.
She complained about all the prices, asked me to take several things off her order, and I rolled my eyes at her before I could stop myself. She shouted at me and demanded a manager. I'm like, 'Shit.'
Well, my manager came back and she asked how I was doing. I told her everything, that I was having diarrhea (true), that I wasn't getting enough sleep (true), and that I just was having a bad day. She was sympathetic and told me to go home. I need to send her flowers, seriously.
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Ugggh, I hate people.
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