First time I've ever had this happen to me...
I'm zippin' around the front line today, helping get re-shops done, hopping on register briefly to get the lines down and cover the breaks, and I'm helping keep an eye on the self-checkout registers.
Older guy on one of the SCOs is buying some wine, so I nip over there to scan my card and okay the age-check. A minute or so later I have to come back to verify one of his coupons.
Then MOD NS walks by and I ask her for the cart-pusher key so Hoss and I can get the carts done in a little bit.
As I'm coming out of the office after signing out the key, I walk past Older Guy's SCO. Next thing I know, he snaps his fingers, whistles, and goes, "Hey!"
I'm too polite to just ignore him, so I head over and find that the machine "ate his receipt." No biggie. I pull up the printer, tug out his jammed receipt-- it printed okay, just got jammed-- and hand it to him, telling him, "Next time, please don't snap your fingers and whistle to call me over," in a firm, but polite voice.
He says, "Why not? You don't like someone snappin' their fingers at you?"
"No. Because I'm not a dog. Snapping your fingers or whistling is how you call a dog."
He accepts this, then tries to make a joke out of it: "Well, you definitely shouldn't try that on a woman!"
"Exactly. But if you wouldn't do it for a woman, you shouldn't do it for a man, either."
He nodded, thanked me for my help, and left.
I'm zippin' around the front line today, helping get re-shops done, hopping on register briefly to get the lines down and cover the breaks, and I'm helping keep an eye on the self-checkout registers.
Older guy on one of the SCOs is buying some wine, so I nip over there to scan my card and okay the age-check. A minute or so later I have to come back to verify one of his coupons.
Then MOD NS walks by and I ask her for the cart-pusher key so Hoss and I can get the carts done in a little bit.
As I'm coming out of the office after signing out the key, I walk past Older Guy's SCO. Next thing I know, he snaps his fingers, whistles, and goes, "Hey!"
I'm too polite to just ignore him, so I head over and find that the machine "ate his receipt." No biggie. I pull up the printer, tug out his jammed receipt-- it printed okay, just got jammed-- and hand it to him, telling him, "Next time, please don't snap your fingers and whistle to call me over," in a firm, but polite voice.
He says, "Why not? You don't like someone snappin' their fingers at you?"
"No. Because I'm not a dog. Snapping your fingers or whistling is how you call a dog."
He accepts this, then tries to make a joke out of it: "Well, you definitely shouldn't try that on a woman!"
"Exactly. But if you wouldn't do it for a woman, you shouldn't do it for a man, either."
He nodded, thanked me for my help, and left.
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