Oh goodness. First thread, pleased to meet you all, I really love reading all these stories because it makes me feel so good that I'm not alone. Misery love company.
Anyway, a little background: I'm a gas station cashier, I also work the lottery machine (in the States), and I have to deal with people for eight hours. This is the job that has convinced me that if someday I turn into a serial killer, it will be justified. We also have a Deli that runs almost completely dependent on the computers. Actually almost all the convenience stores in our area run with a deli that takes orders through touch-screen kiosks. Then the order comes up on a screen within the deli, they make the order, and it's all good.
Characters in this:
Me: In a good mood, no sucky ones yet
SC: Old man I didn't know existed until he screamed at me
....
SC: DO THOSE PEOPLE OVER THERE TAKE ORDERS?!
Me: *looking over at the Deli* Sir, the kiosks take the orders.
SC: WELL NOBODY TOLD ME THAT! I WAS STANDING OVER THERE FOR 3 MINUTES AND ALL THEY DID WAS STARE AT ME LIKE I WAS AN ALIEN!!!
Me: Well they don't actually speak to customers, you have to take the orders from the kiosks, they're busy with the other orders.
SC: And exactly HOW would I know to order at the kiosks?! If I just WALKED in of the STREET, how would I KNOW to order there?!
Me: ... (I had to bite my lip not to yell at him "They FLASH 'Order Here' in yellow on the screen, don't yell at me, I'm not responsible for how blind you are and how the Deli people can't BABYSIT you.)
Not much I could do for that guy...his stupidity was unbearable. I tend to become shocked when people are rude to me because usually there are nice people who go along with my jokes or people who simply ignore me.
Anyway, a little background: I'm a gas station cashier, I also work the lottery machine (in the States), and I have to deal with people for eight hours. This is the job that has convinced me that if someday I turn into a serial killer, it will be justified. We also have a Deli that runs almost completely dependent on the computers. Actually almost all the convenience stores in our area run with a deli that takes orders through touch-screen kiosks. Then the order comes up on a screen within the deli, they make the order, and it's all good.
Characters in this:
Me: In a good mood, no sucky ones yet
SC: Old man I didn't know existed until he screamed at me
....
SC: DO THOSE PEOPLE OVER THERE TAKE ORDERS?!
Me: *looking over at the Deli* Sir, the kiosks take the orders.
SC: WELL NOBODY TOLD ME THAT! I WAS STANDING OVER THERE FOR 3 MINUTES AND ALL THEY DID WAS STARE AT ME LIKE I WAS AN ALIEN!!!
Me: Well they don't actually speak to customers, you have to take the orders from the kiosks, they're busy with the other orders.
SC: And exactly HOW would I know to order at the kiosks?! If I just WALKED in of the STREET, how would I KNOW to order there?!
Me: ... (I had to bite my lip not to yell at him "They FLASH 'Order Here' in yellow on the screen, don't yell at me, I'm not responsible for how blind you are and how the Deli people can't BABYSIT you.)
Not much I could do for that guy...his stupidity was unbearable. I tend to become shocked when people are rude to me because usually there are nice people who go along with my jokes or people who simply ignore me.
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