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and kids, this story involves both. another story from my lovely shift from last night.
so its just after 7:00 and we get hit with the driving school. i can hear the ground shake as they file into the store. the high shrieking giggles, the yelling, the stomping, ahh yes they have arrived.
they shop quickly because they have a short break and have to be back soon.
i open up a register and take the next person in line. a young girl. i thought she was part of driving school but i could be wrong (she was buying 2 things of ice cream...pints?)
behind her is a huge freakin line, across the front of the store, and its only me and the other girl ringing
younger girl : im going to pay for this with change
$4.00 is her total. and she takes forever to sort out and count out her change. i give her dirty looks when she doesnt look at me, and just keep staring at the line behind her. shes finally done and says that should be 4 dollars, honest! but i always double check. usually people give me too much and i give it back. she was short, 9 cents, but i felt like being evil and made her find 9 cents (she had enough)
she may have been quicker to count if she hadnt been blabbing to her friends the whole time "yea this guy was supposed to come over on sunday night, but my parents whisked me away to cape cod for the day" ( i mutter to myself telling her to shut up, i dont think she got the idea)
screw you. whisked away? who says that? and she made it sound like it was a hassle to go. please, i couldve gone instead and come back in the time it took you to count your change
so its just after 7:00 and we get hit with the driving school. i can hear the ground shake as they file into the store. the high shrieking giggles, the yelling, the stomping, ahh yes they have arrived.
they shop quickly because they have a short break and have to be back soon.
i open up a register and take the next person in line. a young girl. i thought she was part of driving school but i could be wrong (she was buying 2 things of ice cream...pints?)
behind her is a huge freakin line, across the front of the store, and its only me and the other girl ringing
younger girl : im going to pay for this with change
$4.00 is her total. and she takes forever to sort out and count out her change. i give her dirty looks when she doesnt look at me, and just keep staring at the line behind her. shes finally done and says that should be 4 dollars, honest! but i always double check. usually people give me too much and i give it back. she was short, 9 cents, but i felt like being evil and made her find 9 cents (she had enough)
she may have been quicker to count if she hadnt been blabbing to her friends the whole time "yea this guy was supposed to come over on sunday night, but my parents whisked me away to cape cod for the day" ( i mutter to myself telling her to shut up, i dont think she got the idea)
screw you. whisked away? who says that? and she made it sound like it was a hassle to go. please, i couldve gone instead and come back in the time it took you to count your change
) 
) We waited until about 8 in the evening to go (so it wouldn't be busy) and the first thing I said was "I'm SO sorry about this, but all we have is change. Is that OK?" I thought the cashier was going to kiss me! Turns out, they had almost run out of change and the banks were already closed and would be closed for a couple days (this was a Saturday night and Monday was a holiday). Manager even gave us some free food for it (we got McNuggets, they threw in some free fries). 
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