I had a very paranoid and rude customer tonight on register. The credit card terminal on my register was out, so I had to ask all customers who were paying in credit/debit to hand me their cards so I could swipe it through the reader on the register's keyboard. Most of them didn't have a problem with this, except for Paranoid Lady (PL) who kept looking at me like I was going to rob her at gunpoint. It started out like this:
Cast
Me,as the cheerful and harmless cashier
Paraniod Lady, as the fancy dressed woman who must've been born with a silver spoon up her
Guest Starring: General Manager, the guy who has his employees under the impression that he can magically teloport.
Me: Hello, how are you?
PL: Ok *looks around as if uncomfortable*
Me: Do you have your <insert store name> card? All the items you have here are on sale.
PL: I left it at home.
Me: No problem *pulls up customer card search* Just tell me your phone number so I can look it up.
PL: Why do you need my phone number?
Me: If your phone number is in the database, I can use your <insert store name> card. Or you can give me your first and last name.
PL: I'd rather not. Just ring me up please.
I ring her up, the final total comes close to $300, with $55 in savings that could've come from her discount card.
Me: are you sure you don't want me to look up your card, you could save $55.
PL: No, I don't want to give you my personal information.
Me: Ok, your total is $XXX
PL: Credit *goes to swipe card in terminal*
Me: That doesn't work, you'll have to hand me your card so I can swipe it on my register.
PL: Are you sure?
Me: *nods* Yeah, it won't be fixed until tommorow. Sorry for the trouble.
PL: Well, can't I just come around and swipe it at the register?
General Manager: *popping out of nowhere as usual* We can't let you behind the counter, just hand her your card.
PL reluctantly hands me her card, I swipe it and go to hand it back, and she snatches it right out of my hand and gives me this weird fearful look.
I should mention that all through the transaction, I was cheerful and polite. And according to the customer behind her, there was nothing about me that appeared even vaguely threatening, not even my body language.
I finish the tranaction and hand her receipt to her, she snatches that and leaves just as I'm saying " Have a nice day." . I know my store isn't in the best neighborhood (1) , but I feel insulted. It was as if this lady thought I was a violent criminal who wanted to steal her credit card, rob her house, and kill her. Trust me, I'm not that sort of person
.Sure, I can be harsh when people
me off, but I'm not the violent type.
(1) It's not exactly a bad neighborhood either, BTW.
Cast
Me,as the cheerful and harmless cashier
Paraniod Lady, as the fancy dressed woman who must've been born with a silver spoon up her

Guest Starring: General Manager, the guy who has his employees under the impression that he can magically teloport.
Me: Hello, how are you?
PL: Ok *looks around as if uncomfortable*
Me: Do you have your <insert store name> card? All the items you have here are on sale.
PL: I left it at home.
Me: No problem *pulls up customer card search* Just tell me your phone number so I can look it up.
PL: Why do you need my phone number?
Me: If your phone number is in the database, I can use your <insert store name> card. Or you can give me your first and last name.
PL: I'd rather not. Just ring me up please.
I ring her up, the final total comes close to $300, with $55 in savings that could've come from her discount card.
Me: are you sure you don't want me to look up your card, you could save $55.
PL: No, I don't want to give you my personal information.
Me: Ok, your total is $XXX
PL: Credit *goes to swipe card in terminal*
Me: That doesn't work, you'll have to hand me your card so I can swipe it on my register.
PL: Are you sure?
Me: *nods* Yeah, it won't be fixed until tommorow. Sorry for the trouble.
PL: Well, can't I just come around and swipe it at the register?
General Manager: *popping out of nowhere as usual* We can't let you behind the counter, just hand her your card.
PL reluctantly hands me her card, I swipe it and go to hand it back, and she snatches it right out of my hand and gives me this weird fearful look.
I should mention that all through the transaction, I was cheerful and polite. And according to the customer behind her, there was nothing about me that appeared even vaguely threatening, not even my body language.
I finish the tranaction and hand her receipt to her, she snatches that and leaves just as I'm saying " Have a nice day." . I know my store isn't in the best neighborhood (1) , but I feel insulted. It was as if this lady thought I was a violent criminal who wanted to steal her credit card, rob her house, and kill her. Trust me, I'm not that sort of person


(1) It's not exactly a bad neighborhood either, BTW.
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