Hey there, folks.
A few nights ago I was working express lane and it was around 11:30 at night, I was working from 3:30 to midnight. Not my favorite shift in the world. (but I get it so often because they need all the closers they can get)
I'm working an express lane and two teenage bimbo girls come into my line. You know the type, bleached blonde hair, spaghetti strap shirts that are two sizes two small, yakking on their cell phones, bitching about some girl who tried to mess with their BF, that kinda girl.
They're buying a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. One girl gets out a credit card and does her info, a red sign appears on my screen saying 'DO NOT HONOR.' Uh-oh.
The girl is like, 'Oh hell no, what the f**k is going on?'
I politely ask her if she has another method of payment. All she does is swipe the card again and again, it says 'DO NOT HONOR.'
'Do you have another method of payment?' She looks at me with a glare. 'Are you gonna be a bitch to me about it?"
Bite my tongue, bite my tongue... 'Ma'am, please do not use that language around me.'
She storms off, leaving her groceries behind, giving me the finger as they walk out. I am pissed off. I call a manager and she voids the order and I explain the story. 'Good thing they left, I would've said something I shouldn't.' I told her.
'Call me over next time. I can scream at them without losing my job.' She says with a grin. I'll remember that.
A few nights ago I was working express lane and it was around 11:30 at night, I was working from 3:30 to midnight. Not my favorite shift in the world. (but I get it so often because they need all the closers they can get)
I'm working an express lane and two teenage bimbo girls come into my line. You know the type, bleached blonde hair, spaghetti strap shirts that are two sizes two small, yakking on their cell phones, bitching about some girl who tried to mess with their BF, that kinda girl.
They're buying a gallon of milk and a dozen eggs. One girl gets out a credit card and does her info, a red sign appears on my screen saying 'DO NOT HONOR.' Uh-oh.
The girl is like, 'Oh hell no, what the f**k is going on?'
I politely ask her if she has another method of payment. All she does is swipe the card again and again, it says 'DO NOT HONOR.'
'Do you have another method of payment?' She looks at me with a glare. 'Are you gonna be a bitch to me about it?"

She storms off, leaving her groceries behind, giving me the finger as they walk out. I am pissed off. I call a manager and she voids the order and I explain the story. 'Good thing they left, I would've said something I shouldn't.' I told her.
'Call me over next time. I can scream at them without losing my job.' She says with a grin. I'll remember that.

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