I knew I'd jinxed myself by saying I haven't had to deal with any BAD customers lately......
First of all, I must explain that I was NOT in a good mood when I came into work today. I haven't gotten enough sleep, I was cold, and was a little stressed from non work related problems (my mother is having surgery tomorrow, and aside from that a lot of demands have been made on my free time lately). Every little thing that normally wouldn't bother me was bothering me. Plus it was unusually busy during the 8AM hour. Basically, it was another one of those days where you'd be better off just staying in bed.
Anyway.
Woman comes up to the service desk to ask me if we carried a refill for her pen. It was a verynice lookign one that appeared to be made entirely of wood (except for the cartridge, of course). I opened it to see the cartridge, and told her that we might have the right one. I sent her to the pen aisle and paged a guy over to help her. Through this she was very pleasant.
While she was in the aisles, I got a bit of a line going. While I am still checking out other customers, she came back and went right to the little side counter to my right. I really hate it when people come up to me from there, and that is NOT where the line is, and I can NOT check people out from that side; the scanner and card reader are in FRONT of me (it's a bit difficult to describe without a picture, but for all intents and purposes it would be like going to register 2 when I am ringing on register 1 and wondering why I can't serve you there). And even if I could, I won't, because you aren't beating the line by doing this. I will not serve you. Get in line and wait. But I digress......
Fortunately, rather than demand to be served from that side, she started perusing the two map racks jammed into that tiny space. Fine.
Then, after the line dissipated, she says "OK, I'm ready." and puts her stuff up on that side of the counter. I obviously gave her too much credit.
Me (picking up her two items): Could you step around to this side please, ma'am?
She ignored me, then pulled out her credit card.
Me: Ma'am, please step around to ths side.
SC *sharply*: Why??? DO I have to sign something?
Me (thinking): *DUH! You ALWAYS have to sign for a credit card purchase*
Me: Yes.
So she reluctantly came around to the correct side of the desk, making an elaborate show of picking up everything she had laying there and bringing it over, and if to show how inconvenient it was to be asked to walk two feet. Then I nitcied her card wasn't signed.
Me: Could I see some ID, please?
SC (angry): WHAT?!
Me (losing my patience): Could I see some identification? (thinking: Did I freaking stutter?)
SC: You've got to be KIDDING!
Me (starting to flush with anger): Ma'am, your card is not signed.
SC: HOW LONG HAVE YOU WORKED HERE?!!?!?
Me: Nearly a year.
SC: Well in all that time I have NEVER been asked to show ID!!!!!
Me (forcefully, struggling not to yell): Ma'am, your credit card is NOT SIGNED. I can NOT accept it unless I see identification.
She slammed her wallet down on the counter and opened it. Her ID was in a clear window, and she started to take it out, but then stopped.
SC: I'm not takign it out! You just look at it there!
Well, the name matched the name ont eh card, and it was her picture. So I really dont' see what the fuss was all about.
Me: Thank you.
SC: You must not know what you're doing. What did you charge me for, anyway? I'm going to have to check my bill to make sure there aren't any MISTAKES!!!! WHAT'S THE TOTAL!!!!!!!
Me: $3.88......for THIS and THIS. *holds up what she purchased*
SC: WHAT'S the TOTAL!!!!!!!!
Me: $3.88.
SC: You see how bad people can get when you do this? (said like she's giving me a littel life lesson on human interaction) What's the total?
Me: $3.88. Could you please sign in the box and check done when you are finished?
SC: What do you want me do now??
Me: Please sign in the box.
SC: Oh this is just great. What do I need to sign for?
Me: The purchase.
SC: Well this thing is terrible. It doens't even look like my writing.
Me: That's fine. I've already checked your ID.
SC: There!!!
I hand her her reciept:
Me: Have a good day.
SC:...............
GOD! I don't think that truly conveys just how awful she was about this, and how pissed I was afterwards. I wanted to reach across the counter and STRANGLE this woman. ARRGG!!!!!! I tell you I've been here a year, and you say I dont' know what I'm doing. What an ASS! And explain to me just how asking for ID means that I must have screwed up your order and you have to not make sure I'm not overcharging you? And what did you hope to gain by asking me THREE TIMES what the total is? Do you think it's going to change? I'm sorry, but the best word to describe her is too offensive to post here.......
First of all, I must explain that I was NOT in a good mood when I came into work today. I haven't gotten enough sleep, I was cold, and was a little stressed from non work related problems (my mother is having surgery tomorrow, and aside from that a lot of demands have been made on my free time lately). Every little thing that normally wouldn't bother me was bothering me. Plus it was unusually busy during the 8AM hour. Basically, it was another one of those days where you'd be better off just staying in bed.
Anyway.
Woman comes up to the service desk to ask me if we carried a refill for her pen. It was a verynice lookign one that appeared to be made entirely of wood (except for the cartridge, of course). I opened it to see the cartridge, and told her that we might have the right one. I sent her to the pen aisle and paged a guy over to help her. Through this she was very pleasant.
While she was in the aisles, I got a bit of a line going. While I am still checking out other customers, she came back and went right to the little side counter to my right. I really hate it when people come up to me from there, and that is NOT where the line is, and I can NOT check people out from that side; the scanner and card reader are in FRONT of me (it's a bit difficult to describe without a picture, but for all intents and purposes it would be like going to register 2 when I am ringing on register 1 and wondering why I can't serve you there). And even if I could, I won't, because you aren't beating the line by doing this. I will not serve you. Get in line and wait. But I digress......
Fortunately, rather than demand to be served from that side, she started perusing the two map racks jammed into that tiny space. Fine.
Then, after the line dissipated, she says "OK, I'm ready." and puts her stuff up on that side of the counter. I obviously gave her too much credit.
Me (picking up her two items): Could you step around to this side please, ma'am?
She ignored me, then pulled out her credit card.
Me: Ma'am, please step around to ths side.
SC *sharply*: Why??? DO I have to sign something?
Me (thinking): *DUH! You ALWAYS have to sign for a credit card purchase*
Me: Yes.
So she reluctantly came around to the correct side of the desk, making an elaborate show of picking up everything she had laying there and bringing it over, and if to show how inconvenient it was to be asked to walk two feet. Then I nitcied her card wasn't signed.
Me: Could I see some ID, please?
SC (angry): WHAT?!
Me (losing my patience): Could I see some identification? (thinking: Did I freaking stutter?)
SC: You've got to be KIDDING!
Me (starting to flush with anger): Ma'am, your card is not signed.
SC: HOW LONG HAVE YOU WORKED HERE?!!?!?
Me: Nearly a year.
SC: Well in all that time I have NEVER been asked to show ID!!!!!
Me (forcefully, struggling not to yell): Ma'am, your credit card is NOT SIGNED. I can NOT accept it unless I see identification.
She slammed her wallet down on the counter and opened it. Her ID was in a clear window, and she started to take it out, but then stopped.
SC: I'm not takign it out! You just look at it there!
Well, the name matched the name ont eh card, and it was her picture. So I really dont' see what the fuss was all about.
Me: Thank you.
SC: You must not know what you're doing. What did you charge me for, anyway? I'm going to have to check my bill to make sure there aren't any MISTAKES!!!! WHAT'S THE TOTAL!!!!!!!
Me: $3.88......for THIS and THIS. *holds up what she purchased*
SC: WHAT'S the TOTAL!!!!!!!!
Me: $3.88.
SC: You see how bad people can get when you do this? (said like she's giving me a littel life lesson on human interaction) What's the total?
Me: $3.88. Could you please sign in the box and check done when you are finished?
SC: What do you want me do now??
Me: Please sign in the box.
SC: Oh this is just great. What do I need to sign for?
Me: The purchase.
SC: Well this thing is terrible. It doens't even look like my writing.
Me: That's fine. I've already checked your ID.
SC: There!!!
I hand her her reciept:
Me: Have a good day.
SC:...............




GOD! I don't think that truly conveys just how awful she was about this, and how pissed I was afterwards. I wanted to reach across the counter and STRANGLE this woman. ARRGG!!!!!! I tell you I've been here a year, and you say I dont' know what I'm doing. What an ASS! And explain to me just how asking for ID means that I must have screwed up your order and you have to not make sure I'm not overcharging you? And what did you hope to gain by asking me THREE TIMES what the total is? Do you think it's going to change? I'm sorry, but the best word to describe her is too offensive to post here.......
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