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Shift change at the grocery store is always busy, so I've got three or four customers in my line. First customer of my shift comes up, unloads her items, watching the screen like a hawk to make sure everything rings up exactly right.
"Wait!"
I stop scanning. "Yes, ma'am?"
"That Tide is $2/5! It says it on the tag! You wanna go look at the tag? Come on, I'll show you! It's TWO for $5!"
So reluctantly, I follow the woman down aisle nine, all the while she's stepping on my heels, whining about this stupid laundry powder. I sigh. For some reason, the "bright sky" Tide she had chosen was not on sale, while the other two scents were. Carefully, I point it out to her....yeah, whatever.
"WHAT!? So, let me get this straight. You're telling me that this scent is not on sale, but the other ones, the exact same brand, are? This is ridiculous! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Who came up with this stupid idea!?" Etc, etc, whine, whine, whine. She ends up buying the scent that is on sale.
I try to console her during her bright sky breakdown. Again...yeah, right. Honestly, it doesn't make sense to me either, but I've got three other customers in line that have caught her very contagious case of bitch-itis and am in no mood to kiss butt. "Sorry about that, ma'am."
"Yes, well, so am I. That's just...absolutely ridiculous."
"Again, ma'am, I apologize. Have a nice day."
"Well, I don't think I'll be shopping here again, and I'll be sure to tell my friends not to, either!"
Ugh. Come on, get over it. If you had acted nicer about it, I'd have no problem giving you the scent you were so adamant about purchasing at the sale price.
"Wait!"
I stop scanning. "Yes, ma'am?"
"That Tide is $2/5! It says it on the tag! You wanna go look at the tag? Come on, I'll show you! It's TWO for $5!"
So reluctantly, I follow the woman down aisle nine, all the while she's stepping on my heels, whining about this stupid laundry powder. I sigh. For some reason, the "bright sky" Tide she had chosen was not on sale, while the other two scents were. Carefully, I point it out to her....yeah, whatever.
"WHAT!? So, let me get this straight. You're telling me that this scent is not on sale, but the other ones, the exact same brand, are? This is ridiculous! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Who came up with this stupid idea!?" Etc, etc, whine, whine, whine. She ends up buying the scent that is on sale.
I try to console her during her bright sky breakdown. Again...yeah, right. Honestly, it doesn't make sense to me either, but I've got three other customers in line that have caught her very contagious case of bitch-itis and am in no mood to kiss butt. "Sorry about that, ma'am."
"Yes, well, so am I. That's just...absolutely ridiculous."
"Again, ma'am, I apologize. Have a nice day."
"Well, I don't think I'll be shopping here again, and I'll be sure to tell my friends not to, either!"
Ugh. Come on, get over it. If you had acted nicer about it, I'd have no problem giving you the scent you were so adamant about purchasing at the sale price.
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