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Had a lady walk by my UScan bank last night, muttering to herself. I wished her a great night, as I always do to people heading out of the store, and she stops to face me, and says, "Yeah, I think I AM going to comment on what he (I think she said he, but I'm not entirely sure...) said... No, I don't care about the other customers in line being held up by my order... you tell him not to mumble about that sort of thing!"
Juwl: *blink, blink, looks over at the two cashiers on registers, one female, very happy, and usually good with customers, the other is one who likes to complain about EVERY thing, so, naturally, I think she's talking about him, but she scuttled off so fast, I'm not 100% sure... she kind of blitzed me with her complaint and ran while I processed it... and, since I'm not a manager, and I didn't understand her complaint until after she left, I kept the complaint to myself until I had the chance to tell Night manager just before he left about it.
(Part two in Cursing out Coworkers)
Juwl: *blink, blink, looks over at the two cashiers on registers, one female, very happy, and usually good with customers, the other is one who likes to complain about EVERY thing, so, naturally, I think she's talking about him, but she scuttled off so fast, I'm not 100% sure... she kind of blitzed me with her complaint and ran while I processed it... and, since I'm not a manager, and I didn't understand her complaint until after she left, I kept the complaint to myself until I had the chance to tell Night manager just before he left about it.
(Part two in Cursing out Coworkers)