HAH! I finally figured out how to use this website. well, Hello all, I'm Niko and this will be my first time posting a rant about one of my many "joyous" adventures/encounters at my place of employment. I am a cashier at "insert name of grocery store here" and I tend to enjoy it. For some reason.
First story ever!
SC: Sucky Customer (duh...)
N: is me. Niko.
Well I have delt with scam artists before in my time, but this one really surprised me about the idiocy of some of them.
It was around 9 am, when our customer service laddies Paddie and Pat had just come in and I was running register since 6:30am. The flow of customers was slow, but it was steady.
Then I am approached by this big burly man at my register. He looks a bit dirty, wearing a horrid blue parka and fiflthy jeans. He looks to be around 50 years old.
I automatically dont like the unpleasant look on his face, but I smile and greet him.
N: Good morning, how may I help you?
SC: I need Marlboro Lights 100's.
He just demands them, his voice is unpleasant and angry, like I'm beneath him for being a cashier, it's rediculous. I just keep smiling and take the keys from the drawer of my register.
N: How many packs?
SC: One.
I nod and griping the keys walk around my register and the thirty some odd feet it is to the ciggarette case against the wall. After unlocking it I must search for the desired item. Being as non-smoker, I always have a difficult time finding the different brands of cigs.
Suddenly he appears behind me and I jump a foot in the air.
SC: What's taking so long? They're right there!
He is standing way too close and I'm trying to not turn around and punch him in the face. He smells like dog crap.
N: Sorry sir... I just saw them..
SC: Well you better get them!
He turns around and goes back to my register. I lock up the case and make my way over. Type my password into the computer and scan the cigarettes.
N: What is your date of birth please?
I am required to input anyone's birthday for tobacco and alcoholic products, seeing as the computer records them and if I just insert a random birthday and use the same one too many times, I will get in trouble... again.
SC: Why does it matter?
N: It's a formality sir.
I twitch. A gentleman behind SC is calmly piling his groceries onto the belt so he can be rung out, he looks at us when SC asks this question. He looks nervouse. Another woman brings her red basket up and waits behind the gentleman.
SC grumbles his birthday to me and I type it in. He then tosses his store points card at me(it gives sales and allows you to write checks.) It lands on my scanner. Then a pack of gum. I scan that too. getting more annoyed.
N: Will that be all sir?
I have to grit my teeth, he keeps making me more nervous. I feel an urge to call my manager up.
SC: Yes.
N: That's $7.03 please.
He thrusts a wrinkles ten dollar bill at me and I subtotal to order, type $10.00 and press cash. A moment later the till opens and I place the 10 in and then take his change of $2.97 out and close the drawer then take his receipt and bagged merchandise and hand it to him.
He looks at his change and yells out.
SC: I GAVE YOU A TWENTY!
I freeze, shaking a bit, his voice scared the shit out of me.
N: Excuse me?
SC: I gave you a twenty! I only got this back.
N: N-no, you gave me a ten sir.
I open my till and pull out the wrinkled ten, showing it to him, he moves to grab it and I put it back. I'm confused and nervous, I almost never mess up orders or change. If I do, I catch it before they do, and correct it.
N: see, you payed me with this.
SC: NO! I gave you a twenty.
I look to the other customers confused. I was scared I was going to get in trouble for some reason. they frown and look to their own things.
N: I- I'd better call my manager.
So I flash my register light and SC is getting angrier by the second and then no one comes so I grab the mic that is only by my register and ask for the manager to come to the front end for customer assitance.
Our Grocery manger looks up from way on the other side of the store and yells
GC: WHAT? What do you need?
(I love that man, he's just awsome.)
N: I need help please!
He comes over and looks at the man, he is confused.
SC: I GAVE HER A TWENTY! SHE'S CHEATING ME OUT OF MY MONEY!
I shake my head.
N: No he gave me a ten, I swear!
GC: Ok, well, we'll need to reset the computer and count the till down to check.
SC: Just give me my money I need to get going!
GC: We cant do that Sir.
I call for Paddie, who peaks around the customer service desk and looks at me weird.
Paddie: Yes?
N: I need a till change, to see if I shorted this man.
She doesnt reply just goes into the back room to get the back up till.
SC: What's all this? I have to go! I'm in a hurry.
GC: Please just wait sir, it wont take too long.
SC: I'm in a hurry.
N: Um, excuse me.
I say to the other customers.
N: We'll help you on another register while we sort this out.
SC glares at them and then me. They pack their groceries and scurry away to a different register.
He grows to be more and more annoyed and I back away from my register and stand beside my manger. He glares at us.
Paddie comes over and begins to do her work, protecting the spare till carefully.
SC: I heard things like this. Stores scamming thier customers out of their money.
Paddie: Oh no sir. Not us. It wont take two minutes to check the till.
I love Paddie, her reply is cool and smart. She isn't taking his bullshit. She just continues doing her work, printing the sales from my register out and the used till.
SC: Come on, cant you just give me my change?
Paddie: No sir, I cant, I will be back in a moment to let you know if she messed up.
SC: But I gotta go!
My gocery manager rolls his eyes, sharing an annoyed look with me.
SC: I want my change!
N: She said it will take her two minutes sir, please be patient.
SC: I need to leave.
He begins walking away and I look at him confused. If I really messed up, wouldn't he want his money?
GC: Want to leave your number so we can call you about it?
SC: I dont have a phone.
He's nearing the exit.
GC: How about a name?
He mumbles something that sounded like Richard to us and walks out. I stand bewildered, realizing he was trying to scam me at this point.
N: Um....
My manager shrugs and I stand at my register again, wondering if I should take a customer or not.
A minute goes by and Paddie comes back out. She's smirking.
Paddie: Your till was perfect to the cent you didnt mess up.
I smile, he really was scamming me. What an idiot.
He must have left because he realized he got caught.
WOW
I hate people like that. Customers Suck. They really do.
Who tries to rob me over ten dollars? Like really? go steal some little kids milk money or beat up a cripple. Gawd.
(Dont really dont beat up cripples or small childern, I like them.)
First story ever!
SC: Sucky Customer (duh...)
N: is me. Niko.
Well I have delt with scam artists before in my time, but this one really surprised me about the idiocy of some of them.
It was around 9 am, when our customer service laddies Paddie and Pat had just come in and I was running register since 6:30am. The flow of customers was slow, but it was steady.
Then I am approached by this big burly man at my register. He looks a bit dirty, wearing a horrid blue parka and fiflthy jeans. He looks to be around 50 years old.
I automatically dont like the unpleasant look on his face, but I smile and greet him.
N: Good morning, how may I help you?
SC: I need Marlboro Lights 100's.
He just demands them, his voice is unpleasant and angry, like I'm beneath him for being a cashier, it's rediculous. I just keep smiling and take the keys from the drawer of my register.
N: How many packs?
SC: One.
I nod and griping the keys walk around my register and the thirty some odd feet it is to the ciggarette case against the wall. After unlocking it I must search for the desired item. Being as non-smoker, I always have a difficult time finding the different brands of cigs.
Suddenly he appears behind me and I jump a foot in the air.
SC: What's taking so long? They're right there!
He is standing way too close and I'm trying to not turn around and punch him in the face. He smells like dog crap.
N: Sorry sir... I just saw them..
SC: Well you better get them!
He turns around and goes back to my register. I lock up the case and make my way over. Type my password into the computer and scan the cigarettes.
N: What is your date of birth please?
I am required to input anyone's birthday for tobacco and alcoholic products, seeing as the computer records them and if I just insert a random birthday and use the same one too many times, I will get in trouble... again.
SC: Why does it matter?
N: It's a formality sir.
I twitch. A gentleman behind SC is calmly piling his groceries onto the belt so he can be rung out, he looks at us when SC asks this question. He looks nervouse. Another woman brings her red basket up and waits behind the gentleman.
SC grumbles his birthday to me and I type it in. He then tosses his store points card at me(it gives sales and allows you to write checks.) It lands on my scanner. Then a pack of gum. I scan that too. getting more annoyed.
N: Will that be all sir?
I have to grit my teeth, he keeps making me more nervous. I feel an urge to call my manager up.
SC: Yes.
N: That's $7.03 please.
He thrusts a wrinkles ten dollar bill at me and I subtotal to order, type $10.00 and press cash. A moment later the till opens and I place the 10 in and then take his change of $2.97 out and close the drawer then take his receipt and bagged merchandise and hand it to him.
He looks at his change and yells out.
SC: I GAVE YOU A TWENTY!
I freeze, shaking a bit, his voice scared the shit out of me.
N: Excuse me?
SC: I gave you a twenty! I only got this back.
N: N-no, you gave me a ten sir.
I open my till and pull out the wrinkled ten, showing it to him, he moves to grab it and I put it back. I'm confused and nervous, I almost never mess up orders or change. If I do, I catch it before they do, and correct it.
N: see, you payed me with this.
SC: NO! I gave you a twenty.
I look to the other customers confused. I was scared I was going to get in trouble for some reason. they frown and look to their own things.
N: I- I'd better call my manager.
So I flash my register light and SC is getting angrier by the second and then no one comes so I grab the mic that is only by my register and ask for the manager to come to the front end for customer assitance.
Our Grocery manger looks up from way on the other side of the store and yells
GC: WHAT? What do you need?
(I love that man, he's just awsome.)
N: I need help please!
He comes over and looks at the man, he is confused.
SC: I GAVE HER A TWENTY! SHE'S CHEATING ME OUT OF MY MONEY!
I shake my head.
N: No he gave me a ten, I swear!
GC: Ok, well, we'll need to reset the computer and count the till down to check.
SC: Just give me my money I need to get going!
GC: We cant do that Sir.
I call for Paddie, who peaks around the customer service desk and looks at me weird.
Paddie: Yes?
N: I need a till change, to see if I shorted this man.
She doesnt reply just goes into the back room to get the back up till.
SC: What's all this? I have to go! I'm in a hurry.
GC: Please just wait sir, it wont take too long.
SC: I'm in a hurry.
N: Um, excuse me.
I say to the other customers.
N: We'll help you on another register while we sort this out.
SC glares at them and then me. They pack their groceries and scurry away to a different register.
He grows to be more and more annoyed and I back away from my register and stand beside my manger. He glares at us.
Paddie comes over and begins to do her work, protecting the spare till carefully.
SC: I heard things like this. Stores scamming thier customers out of their money.
Paddie: Oh no sir. Not us. It wont take two minutes to check the till.
I love Paddie, her reply is cool and smart. She isn't taking his bullshit. She just continues doing her work, printing the sales from my register out and the used till.
SC: Come on, cant you just give me my change?
Paddie: No sir, I cant, I will be back in a moment to let you know if she messed up.
SC: But I gotta go!
My gocery manager rolls his eyes, sharing an annoyed look with me.
SC: I want my change!
N: She said it will take her two minutes sir, please be patient.
SC: I need to leave.
He begins walking away and I look at him confused. If I really messed up, wouldn't he want his money?
GC: Want to leave your number so we can call you about it?
SC: I dont have a phone.
He's nearing the exit.
GC: How about a name?
He mumbles something that sounded like Richard to us and walks out. I stand bewildered, realizing he was trying to scam me at this point.
N: Um....
My manager shrugs and I stand at my register again, wondering if I should take a customer or not.
A minute goes by and Paddie comes back out. She's smirking.
Paddie: Your till was perfect to the cent you didnt mess up.
I smile, he really was scamming me. What an idiot.
He must have left because he realized he got caught.
WOW
I hate people like that. Customers Suck. They really do.
Who tries to rob me over ten dollars? Like really? go steal some little kids milk money or beat up a cripple. Gawd.
(Dont really dont beat up cripples or small childern, I like them.)
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