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On Duty, First SC
So I went out to relieve my CW. I will admit, she's not really a good register person, because she tends to have an epic conversation with each person who comes through her line. Checking out one person can take forever. Anyway, corporate has this weird rule right now that a relieving staff member can't clock in until the other person has clocked out, unless that other person has been asked to stay late. Don't worry, I don't get gypped on my paycheck cause my manager just changes my hours adds the minutes on at the end of the night. I'm waiting for her to finish the transaction, she's literally opening the register to finish, and the next woman in line goes ape shit.
SC: AREN'T YOU GOING TO OPEN ANOTHER REGISTER!
Me: I'm just here to relieve her, don't worry, she's almost done.
SC: I DEMAND YOU OPEN ANOTHER LINE!
Me: Ma'am, I can't do that until I'm clocked in. (CW finishes, I open timeclock and clock in, sign in to the register, and start checking out the other lady. Really, It would have taken longer for her to walk to the other side.)
SC: FINALLY! GOD! IDIOTS!
Me:I'm sorry, did you just call me an idiot?
SC: YES!
Me: Well, you have a lovely night. (SC gets all flustered and leaves.)
Coupon Lady
So I put out the papers and fliers, knowing that trouble would follow
SC: (opens the flier to the coupon commotion section. This flier is through the 3rd, but in BIG BOLD LETTERS it states that the coupons expired on the 28th. Sorry, you're 4 days too late) I want to use all of these
Me: Oh, those have actually expired
SC: Where does it say that! (I point to the bold 2" letters. Seriously, it was not fine print) Fine, then I'll do 3 transactions and use this one. (hands me the current 50% off coupon.)
Me: Well, I can't do separate transactions because the coupon states one per person, not one per transaction. And besides, these items are all on sale.
SC: WHAT! THAT"S FALSE ADVERTISING!
Me:...I'm sorry?
SC: You can't promise 50% off and then not do it.
Me: Ma'am, it says 50% off one regular priced item. (This isn't one of those coupons that says 50% off in big bold letters and then the rest in .1mm letters. The whole sentence was the same size font, and the regular item part was even highlighted. So SC goes and grabs something just to use her coupon. I'll never understand people who buy more to save.)
Line Woes
A huge line erupts. I run up to help my manager. I inform people that this is ONE line and I will pull from that line. Of course people run up to my register anyway. I have a good memory for faces, and I know the exact order.
Me: Next!
SC: That's me
Me: Ma'am, I'm pulling from the front of the line, not the back
SC: But I'm here!
Me: But you didn't wait your turn like the others (scolding her as if she's 3. The real next lady comes up and I check her out. SC is standing there still. Jumps in when I'm finished.)
Me: Ma'am, I won't be able to help you until you get in line. I know you were behind the blond haired lady over there, but you forfeited your spot when you didn't listen and jumped the line.
SC: HOW DARE YOU! I'M TAKING MY BUSINESS ELSEWHERE! (All she had was a $.50 clearance item, go right ahead.)
Blargh
I'm cutting someone's fabric, I'm the only one up front until my CW gets back from her break. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman walking towards me...on the wrong side of the counter.
Me: Can I help you?
SC: I just hafta cut this trim
Me: I can do that for you when I'm finished with this customer
SC: I can do it (reaches for the scissor basket)
Me: No, really, I'll do it
SC: That's ok, I got it
Me: Ma'am, please go back to the other side of the counter. This is an employees only area.
SC: But I don't wanna wait (whining. Really, if you had let me focus on what I was doing, I'd be done. Later my manager comes up to me to vent. Apparently she had found a bunch of stationary with stamps all over it and dirty stamps which now have to go into the damage bin because they're covered in pink ink, and open ink. There were also stickers that were open and stuck to stationary, and one of those scissors with the decorative edge blade had been opened and they tested those on another piece of stationary. We know it was the two girls, because the stuff was covered in pink feathers from their trim, and they had told us they were making invitations to a baby shower and all the stuff she found was baby related stuff. People can be so ignorant.)
Bag Lady
A lot of people don't want their stuff in bags now a days, and some even freak out when I give them bags. If a person only has one item I make a point of asking if they want a bag. This lady has a small pack of needles.
Me: And would you like these in a bag?
SC: I guess not (said in a snotty tone)
Me: Ok, have a nice night!
SC: What, are you rationing them or something! Jesus! (she walks out)
Me:...ok
Next guy: Dude, what was her problem (she's halfway across the parking lot, then turns around, comes storming back in, and literally pushes the guy out of the way)
SC: You know what, I DO want a bag! (Said in a smug way)
Me: Ok, here you are
SC: A BIG ONE!
Me: Alrighty then
Next guy: (opens the candy corn he was buying) I think you need some sugar
Me: Yes please
So I went out to relieve my CW. I will admit, she's not really a good register person, because she tends to have an epic conversation with each person who comes through her line. Checking out one person can take forever. Anyway, corporate has this weird rule right now that a relieving staff member can't clock in until the other person has clocked out, unless that other person has been asked to stay late. Don't worry, I don't get gypped on my paycheck cause my manager just changes my hours adds the minutes on at the end of the night. I'm waiting for her to finish the transaction, she's literally opening the register to finish, and the next woman in line goes ape shit.
SC: AREN'T YOU GOING TO OPEN ANOTHER REGISTER!
Me: I'm just here to relieve her, don't worry, she's almost done.
SC: I DEMAND YOU OPEN ANOTHER LINE!
Me: Ma'am, I can't do that until I'm clocked in. (CW finishes, I open timeclock and clock in, sign in to the register, and start checking out the other lady. Really, It would have taken longer for her to walk to the other side.)
SC: FINALLY! GOD! IDIOTS!
Me:I'm sorry, did you just call me an idiot?
SC: YES!
Me: Well, you have a lovely night. (SC gets all flustered and leaves.)
Coupon Lady
So I put out the papers and fliers, knowing that trouble would follow
SC: (opens the flier to the coupon commotion section. This flier is through the 3rd, but in BIG BOLD LETTERS it states that the coupons expired on the 28th. Sorry, you're 4 days too late) I want to use all of these
Me: Oh, those have actually expired
SC: Where does it say that! (I point to the bold 2" letters. Seriously, it was not fine print) Fine, then I'll do 3 transactions and use this one. (hands me the current 50% off coupon.)
Me: Well, I can't do separate transactions because the coupon states one per person, not one per transaction. And besides, these items are all on sale.
SC: WHAT! THAT"S FALSE ADVERTISING!
Me:...I'm sorry?
SC: You can't promise 50% off and then not do it.
Me: Ma'am, it says 50% off one regular priced item. (This isn't one of those coupons that says 50% off in big bold letters and then the rest in .1mm letters. The whole sentence was the same size font, and the regular item part was even highlighted. So SC goes and grabs something just to use her coupon. I'll never understand people who buy more to save.)
Line Woes
A huge line erupts. I run up to help my manager. I inform people that this is ONE line and I will pull from that line. Of course people run up to my register anyway. I have a good memory for faces, and I know the exact order.
Me: Next!
SC: That's me
Me: Ma'am, I'm pulling from the front of the line, not the back
SC: But I'm here!
Me: But you didn't wait your turn like the others (scolding her as if she's 3. The real next lady comes up and I check her out. SC is standing there still. Jumps in when I'm finished.)
Me: Ma'am, I won't be able to help you until you get in line. I know you were behind the blond haired lady over there, but you forfeited your spot when you didn't listen and jumped the line.
SC: HOW DARE YOU! I'M TAKING MY BUSINESS ELSEWHERE! (All she had was a $.50 clearance item, go right ahead.)
Blargh
I'm cutting someone's fabric, I'm the only one up front until my CW gets back from her break. Out of the corner of my eye I see a woman walking towards me...on the wrong side of the counter.
Me: Can I help you?
SC: I just hafta cut this trim
Me: I can do that for you when I'm finished with this customer
SC: I can do it (reaches for the scissor basket)
Me: No, really, I'll do it
SC: That's ok, I got it
Me: Ma'am, please go back to the other side of the counter. This is an employees only area.
SC: But I don't wanna wait (whining. Really, if you had let me focus on what I was doing, I'd be done. Later my manager comes up to me to vent. Apparently she had found a bunch of stationary with stamps all over it and dirty stamps which now have to go into the damage bin because they're covered in pink ink, and open ink. There were also stickers that were open and stuck to stationary, and one of those scissors with the decorative edge blade had been opened and they tested those on another piece of stationary. We know it was the two girls, because the stuff was covered in pink feathers from their trim, and they had told us they were making invitations to a baby shower and all the stuff she found was baby related stuff. People can be so ignorant.)
Bag Lady
A lot of people don't want their stuff in bags now a days, and some even freak out when I give them bags. If a person only has one item I make a point of asking if they want a bag. This lady has a small pack of needles.
Me: And would you like these in a bag?
SC: I guess not (said in a snotty tone)
Me: Ok, have a nice night!
SC: What, are you rationing them or something! Jesus! (she walks out)
Me:...ok
Next guy: Dude, what was her problem (she's halfway across the parking lot, then turns around, comes storming back in, and literally pushes the guy out of the way)
SC: You know what, I DO want a bag! (Said in a smug way)
Me: Ok, here you are
SC: A BIG ONE!
Me: Alrighty then
Next guy: (opens the candy corn he was buying) I think you need some sugar
Me: Yes please
I love candy corn. 
It is one of the few candies that I will literally eat until I'm sick. Yes, I have done this. This is why I never buy the stuff.
I AM the evil bastard!
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