Yesterday I pulled a muscle in my left leg, so I was limping pretty badly, and I'm still limping a bit. What appeared to be Sweet Old Lady (SOL) came up to my line.
"Oh dear, I forgot <something from dairy>, can someone go get it for me?"
I told her nobody was available but I'd be happy to get it, and start limping away.
"Oh, it's obvious I can do it faster than you, nevermind, I'll get it myself, you'll unload my cart for me right?".
oh... kay. Not only have you just told me you think you're better and faster than me, you've just told me to unload your cart. When I'm already hobbling on one leg and you're holding up a pretty good sized line.
She titters off to get it herself, I'm stuck not only unloading her entire friggin cart myself (she put 1 item on the belt out of an overflowing cart), with a decent line, but then she takes her sweet ass time coming back - I've already got everything bagged and back in her cart (I didn't have a bagger and it was a $300+ order). Once she finally comes back, she tries to pay.
"DECLINE AUTHORIZATION" shows up on my screen. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, your card was declined".
Which launches a tirade of "THAT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT! I HAVE OVER FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS IN THAT ACCOUNT! YOU'RE FUCKING LYING TO ME, YOU RUN MY CARD AGAIN!". Yes, I'm lying even though I swung my display around to you to show you the exact fucking message that showed up on my screen.
................................... I mumble something a bit louder than I should have about how my bank account has less than a total of $5 in it and how nice it must be to have five thousand dollars in a checking account (and I know she heard me, she's already pissed me off bad and the supervisor working that day will back me up if she complains). Re-run it as debit instead of credit, and it's approved.
"I'M GOING TO CALL THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES AND RIP THEM TO SHREADS, MY FUCKING CARD SHOULD NEVER BE DECLINED, I HAVE FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN THERE!
"You do that, have a nice day... <mumblebitchmumble>"
This lady was easily pushing 80, btw.
"Oh dear, I forgot <something from dairy>, can someone go get it for me?"
I told her nobody was available but I'd be happy to get it, and start limping away.
"Oh, it's obvious I can do it faster than you, nevermind, I'll get it myself, you'll unload my cart for me right?".
oh... kay. Not only have you just told me you think you're better and faster than me, you've just told me to unload your cart. When I'm already hobbling on one leg and you're holding up a pretty good sized line.
She titters off to get it herself, I'm stuck not only unloading her entire friggin cart myself (she put 1 item on the belt out of an overflowing cart), with a decent line, but then she takes her sweet ass time coming back - I've already got everything bagged and back in her cart (I didn't have a bagger and it was a $300+ order). Once she finally comes back, she tries to pay.
"DECLINE AUTHORIZATION" shows up on my screen. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, your card was declined".
Which launches a tirade of "THAT'S FUCKING BULLSHIT! I HAVE OVER FIVE THOUSAND FUCKING DOLLARS IN THAT ACCOUNT! YOU'RE FUCKING LYING TO ME, YOU RUN MY CARD AGAIN!". Yes, I'm lying even though I swung my display around to you to show you the exact fucking message that showed up on my screen.
................................... I mumble something a bit louder than I should have about how my bank account has less than a total of $5 in it and how nice it must be to have five thousand dollars in a checking account (and I know she heard me, she's already pissed me off bad and the supervisor working that day will back me up if she complains). Re-run it as debit instead of credit, and it's approved.
"I'M GOING TO CALL THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES AND RIP THEM TO SHREADS, MY FUCKING CARD SHOULD NEVER BE DECLINED, I HAVE FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS IN THERE!
"You do that, have a nice day... <mumblebitchmumble>"
This lady was easily pushing 80, btw.
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