Late in the evening and the store was mostly empty except for a few customers. At the moment all of the other registers are closed, making me the only cashier.
This woman walks up with a huge order and starts loading things on the counter.
SC: I need to run out to my car to get my money. Why don't you start ringing things up?
Me: Well, if you're going to run out to the car, I think I'll wait, just in case another customer shows up.
Reasonable right?
SC: Oh, there's no one behind me.
Me: *Thinking* Not now there isn't. *outloud* No, I know, but there's a lot of stuff here and if you're running out to your car-
SC: (Still loading things onto the counter) It will only take me thirty seconds.
Me: *Thinking* Ideally yes, but if you take a little longer and I get a line of customers, it takes me longer to clear your stuff out and ring them up.
SC: There's no one behind me, it's okay.
When I insist again that I will start ringing her up when she gets back, she pulls out her wallet and produces, lo and behold, a debit card. As I begin ringing things up she insists that there's no one behind her.
SC: Oh, I'm tax exempt too.
No problem. We have lots of tax exempt customers.
Me: Okay, do you have the Tax Exempt card.
SC: No, but I'm in the system.
Me: Okay, and this is definitely a purchase for your-
SC: (Store manager on duty) Knows me, I'm here all the time. Don't worry, you're going to be fine.
The way she said it made it sound like I was being frantic. I should also point out that as I'm ringing things out, customers are lining up. So, no customers are going to line up eh, Miss SC?
Me: I realize that, ma'am, but I do have to-
SC: (So frantically I think she's trying to reassure herself) You're doing fine, don't worry, just look up <School in next own over>.
Me: *Fighting back the urge to insist she OD on Vallium tonight* Can I get the phone number please?
SC: <Gives me number> Just pick anyone that works there.
I finish ringing her out and thankfully send her on her way. Three things:
1: I hate customers that act like they're the only people in the store. Lines can spring up out of no where and if the customer is not present for the entire transaction, leading up to and including, having the form of payment in hand to use when I ask for it, then I will wait until that customer returns and take care of the ones who are ready to get out of here.
2: Anyone can walk in and say they're tax exempt. I am required to at least ask those questions.
3: Don't talk to me like I'm a five year-old.
This woman walks up with a huge order and starts loading things on the counter.
SC: I need to run out to my car to get my money. Why don't you start ringing things up?
Me: Well, if you're going to run out to the car, I think I'll wait, just in case another customer shows up.
Reasonable right?
SC: Oh, there's no one behind me.
Me: *Thinking* Not now there isn't. *outloud* No, I know, but there's a lot of stuff here and if you're running out to your car-
SC: (Still loading things onto the counter) It will only take me thirty seconds.
Me: *Thinking* Ideally yes, but if you take a little longer and I get a line of customers, it takes me longer to clear your stuff out and ring them up.
SC: There's no one behind me, it's okay.
When I insist again that I will start ringing her up when she gets back, she pulls out her wallet and produces, lo and behold, a debit card. As I begin ringing things up she insists that there's no one behind her.
SC: Oh, I'm tax exempt too.
No problem. We have lots of tax exempt customers.
Me: Okay, do you have the Tax Exempt card.
SC: No, but I'm in the system.
Me: Okay, and this is definitely a purchase for your-
SC: (Store manager on duty) Knows me, I'm here all the time. Don't worry, you're going to be fine.
The way she said it made it sound like I was being frantic. I should also point out that as I'm ringing things out, customers are lining up. So, no customers are going to line up eh, Miss SC?
Me: I realize that, ma'am, but I do have to-
SC: (So frantically I think she's trying to reassure herself) You're doing fine, don't worry, just look up <School in next own over>.
Me: *Fighting back the urge to insist she OD on Vallium tonight* Can I get the phone number please?
SC: <Gives me number> Just pick anyone that works there.
I finish ringing her out and thankfully send her on her way. Three things:
1: I hate customers that act like they're the only people in the store. Lines can spring up out of no where and if the customer is not present for the entire transaction, leading up to and including, having the form of payment in hand to use when I ask for it, then I will wait until that customer returns and take care of the ones who are ready to get out of here.
2: Anyone can walk in and say they're tax exempt. I am required to at least ask those questions.
3: Don't talk to me like I'm a five year-old.
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