Well I'm new, but let's see if I can match ya'll. :9
For some background info, I work at a local convenience/grocery store with a name that rhymes with Maldreens. I'm generally a register slave, aka "sales associate", but occasionally I'll work floor too. I also answer the phone.
On with the fun stuff!
I swear to god, every single day.
Me: *cheerily ringing up other customers*
SC: *leaps out of the black depths they seem to come from into the front of my line* EXCUSE ME I NEED HELP
Me: Okay, let me just finish ringing this lady/gentleman up and I'll be right wi-
SC: THE RAZORBLADES ARE LOCKED UP I NEED YOU TO GET THEM FOR ME.
Me: Yeah, I have the keys, I'll be right there as soon as I"m finished up with this customer.
SC: BWAAAH WAITING *storms around* (in one lovely case, a woman was so angry she had to wait for me that she methodically tore down a stack of gift cards off the rack in front of the registers and threw them on the ground for every five seconds she had to wait, while counting in a loud whisper.)
And half the time when I go to finally get them their item, they spent ten minutes hmming and hawing over which brand they want, or even better, they wind up going with our generic brand which isn't even locked up.
Basic Math Skills
I'm ringing customers up yesterday when my phone goes off with a call from the photo manager, which is weird because she normally has no need to call me. I answer (we have to pick up the phone no matter what even if we're ringing someone up, most customers don't have issue with that) and she tells me that "some lady is on line one and needs help that I can't give her". Naively, I cheerily tell her I'll take care of it and dial 101.
Me: Hi, thanks for waiting, ma'am, what did you need help with?
SC: I got this Tracfone for Christmas, and I only have nine days left on it and I need more days.
Me: Oh, alright, no problem. I think they're sold in increments of minutes, though, how many minutes would you want to buy?
SC: About six months.
((W-what.))
Me: ...Okay. Let me go check the cards, would you mind holding for a few minutes longer while I clear out my line and go check?
SC: Fine.
I only had one customer so it really took about four minutes total for me to get back on the line. Now, it just so happens she was right about part of this; Tracfone minute cards come in increments of minutes that ALSO adds so many days onto your service date. I look over the cards quickly, memorize the amounts and prices, and hop back behind the counter and pick up the phone.
Me: Thanks so much for holding again, ma'am.
SC: *makes a horrid noise*
Me: ...You still there, ma'am?
SC: I NEED SIX MONTHS.
Me: ((AUGH SCARY)) Uhh, right! Well, I looked over the cards for you. The cards come in different amounts of minutes, and each one adds 90 days to your end of service date, so how many minutes do you want?
SC: I don't want any minutes, I just want to put six months on my phone!
Me: *launches into helpful and detailed explanation of how the minutes COME WITH the amounts of days, and how if she doesn't use the phone very often she'd probably be happiest with the 60 minute 90 day card* ...which costs $20.
SC: How much?
Me: $20 for each card, ma'am. So for twenty bucks you're getting sixty minutes as well as ninety days.
SC: Oh. $20?
Me: ...yes, $20. ((oh god is she going to try to scam me?))
SC: Well I want one with six months. Is there a six month card for $20?
Me: No, the $20 card comes with ninety days.
SC: How many months is that?
Me: ...three.
Cue long silence while she tries to figure out the ensuing tangle of math that she's worked her way into.
SC: So if I got two cards...for $20 each...that both give me three months...I could have six months?
Me: ((ffff I don't know this)) I'm not sure if they roll over that way, ma'am, you might want to call the Tracfone company to check about that.
SC: No, I'll just buy two at once. How much would that cost me?
Me: *bangs head against counter* $40.
SC: *click*
It was the abruptest end to the conversation. I had no idea what to do.
Creepy Diner Guy
CDG and a woman I assume was his wife (he kept touching the back of her neck and her hand, and they were both wearing rings) came in and headed straight for the pharmacy to fill a prescription. When they headed out again, I noticed he was looking at me a lot, but I figured he was just anticipating that I was gonna ask to see his pharmacy receipt. Which I don't need to do; pharmacy is responsible for pharmacy sales, not my problem, I just kept chilling there.
About twenty minutes later, he comes back alone, and saunters up to the counter to buy a Payday candy bar.
Me: That's gonna be xx.xx.
CDG: Breakfast of champions, right? *laughing awkwardly*
Me: *laughs and points to my own bag of candy sitting behind the suggested sell display* Hey, mine's worse. I'm a fat kid though. ((I poke fun at my own love for eating constantly, but I'm not actually all that overweight, just love sweets!))
CDG: Hey, hey, you're not fat. *takes a step back and stares me up and down* Actually, you're not that bad looking.
Me: O.O ((what the FUCK. Is that supposed to be a complement?)) Uh...thanks.
CDG: *still staring directly at my cleavage* Hmm...not bad at all. You ever been to the diner next door?
Me: Not really. ((It's kind of a total dive, actually, the health department has closed it down at one point I think. It's gross.))
CDG: *leans forward and leers* How bout you ditch this place and head over there with me for some real breakfast? I got my car out front, we could go anywhere you want to go.
Me: *furious and disgusted now* No, sir, for several reasons. One, I'm engaged. Two, you're married. Three, if you want to try to get a girl to quit her job and run off with you, a stranger, at least ask her to go someplace nicer than the crappiest diner in the whole damn state.
CDG: *balks and runs off*
Not too bad, I know, but it was still somewhat upsetting. :c
I have more! xD And I haven't even started getting into my other job, as a tattoo apprentice...so I'll be posting more another time.
For some background info, I work at a local convenience/grocery store with a name that rhymes with Maldreens. I'm generally a register slave, aka "sales associate", but occasionally I'll work floor too. I also answer the phone.

On with the fun stuff!
I swear to god, every single day.
Me: *cheerily ringing up other customers*
SC: *leaps out of the black depths they seem to come from into the front of my line* EXCUSE ME I NEED HELP
Me: Okay, let me just finish ringing this lady/gentleman up and I'll be right wi-
SC: THE RAZORBLADES ARE LOCKED UP I NEED YOU TO GET THEM FOR ME.
Me: Yeah, I have the keys, I'll be right there as soon as I"m finished up with this customer.
SC: BWAAAH WAITING *storms around* (in one lovely case, a woman was so angry she had to wait for me that she methodically tore down a stack of gift cards off the rack in front of the registers and threw them on the ground for every five seconds she had to wait, while counting in a loud whisper.)
And half the time when I go to finally get them their item, they spent ten minutes hmming and hawing over which brand they want, or even better, they wind up going with our generic brand which isn't even locked up.
Basic Math Skills
I'm ringing customers up yesterday when my phone goes off with a call from the photo manager, which is weird because she normally has no need to call me. I answer (we have to pick up the phone no matter what even if we're ringing someone up, most customers don't have issue with that) and she tells me that "some lady is on line one and needs help that I can't give her". Naively, I cheerily tell her I'll take care of it and dial 101.
Me: Hi, thanks for waiting, ma'am, what did you need help with?
SC: I got this Tracfone for Christmas, and I only have nine days left on it and I need more days.
Me: Oh, alright, no problem. I think they're sold in increments of minutes, though, how many minutes would you want to buy?
SC: About six months.
((W-what.))
Me: ...Okay. Let me go check the cards, would you mind holding for a few minutes longer while I clear out my line and go check?
SC: Fine.
I only had one customer so it really took about four minutes total for me to get back on the line. Now, it just so happens she was right about part of this; Tracfone minute cards come in increments of minutes that ALSO adds so many days onto your service date. I look over the cards quickly, memorize the amounts and prices, and hop back behind the counter and pick up the phone.
Me: Thanks so much for holding again, ma'am.
SC: *makes a horrid noise*
Me: ...You still there, ma'am?
SC: I NEED SIX MONTHS.
Me: ((AUGH SCARY)) Uhh, right! Well, I looked over the cards for you. The cards come in different amounts of minutes, and each one adds 90 days to your end of service date, so how many minutes do you want?
SC: I don't want any minutes, I just want to put six months on my phone!
Me: *launches into helpful and detailed explanation of how the minutes COME WITH the amounts of days, and how if she doesn't use the phone very often she'd probably be happiest with the 60 minute 90 day card* ...which costs $20.
SC: How much?
Me: $20 for each card, ma'am. So for twenty bucks you're getting sixty minutes as well as ninety days.
SC: Oh. $20?
Me: ...yes, $20. ((oh god is she going to try to scam me?))
SC: Well I want one with six months. Is there a six month card for $20?
Me: No, the $20 card comes with ninety days.
SC: How many months is that?
Me: ...three.
Cue long silence while she tries to figure out the ensuing tangle of math that she's worked her way into.
SC: So if I got two cards...for $20 each...that both give me three months...I could have six months?
Me: ((ffff I don't know this)) I'm not sure if they roll over that way, ma'am, you might want to call the Tracfone company to check about that.
SC: No, I'll just buy two at once. How much would that cost me?
Me: *bangs head against counter* $40.
SC: *click*
It was the abruptest end to the conversation. I had no idea what to do.
Creepy Diner Guy
CDG and a woman I assume was his wife (he kept touching the back of her neck and her hand, and they were both wearing rings) came in and headed straight for the pharmacy to fill a prescription. When they headed out again, I noticed he was looking at me a lot, but I figured he was just anticipating that I was gonna ask to see his pharmacy receipt. Which I don't need to do; pharmacy is responsible for pharmacy sales, not my problem, I just kept chilling there.
About twenty minutes later, he comes back alone, and saunters up to the counter to buy a Payday candy bar.
Me: That's gonna be xx.xx.
CDG: Breakfast of champions, right? *laughing awkwardly*
Me: *laughs and points to my own bag of candy sitting behind the suggested sell display* Hey, mine's worse. I'm a fat kid though. ((I poke fun at my own love for eating constantly, but I'm not actually all that overweight, just love sweets!))
CDG: Hey, hey, you're not fat. *takes a step back and stares me up and down* Actually, you're not that bad looking.
Me: O.O ((what the FUCK. Is that supposed to be a complement?)) Uh...thanks.
CDG: *still staring directly at my cleavage* Hmm...not bad at all. You ever been to the diner next door?
Me: Not really. ((It's kind of a total dive, actually, the health department has closed it down at one point I think. It's gross.))
CDG: *leans forward and leers* How bout you ditch this place and head over there with me for some real breakfast? I got my car out front, we could go anywhere you want to go.
Me: *furious and disgusted now* No, sir, for several reasons. One, I'm engaged. Two, you're married. Three, if you want to try to get a girl to quit her job and run off with you, a stranger, at least ask her to go someplace nicer than the crappiest diner in the whole damn state.
CDG: *balks and runs off*
Not too bad, I know, but it was still somewhat upsetting. :c
I have more! xD And I haven't even started getting into my other job, as a tattoo apprentice...so I'll be posting more another time.
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