Okay, some background first: to save money (and officially the environment) receipts are usually not printed automatically at our store. We have to push a key that makes the receipt come out after the transaction is closed. And this store-chain has its main office in Sweden, which will turn out to be important. /end BG/
So the stars here are Me as myself, and a crazy old guy as the SC.
He comes to my register with a medium amount of goods, he's courteous enough with the greeting and doesn't look particularly angry or anything, so I have no warning. He's maybe 60 or 70 years old, somewhere around that. Everything is going well until the point where I ask:
Me: Would you like your receipt?
SC: *gives me a look then says in a snooty tone* You're not supposed to ask about those, you're supposed to just give them to us.
Me: *mentally steeling myself* I'm sorry, but that is not what we've been instructed.
SC: *suddenly rises to a near-shout* Well, I'm instructing you! The customer! I'm telling you right now, we all want you to just give it to us! *then goes into a small speech about how the Swedes shouldn't tell Norwegians what to do, blah blah blah, nonsense and crap*
The other customers as well as myself are giving the guy looks that he doesn't seem to notice. Because I can't leave well enough alone, and am obsessed with things being right, I attempt to further explain as I hand him his receipt.
Me: Well, barely half of our customers actually want their receipt, so...
And that's all I manage to say as mister SC doesn't want to listen anymore, he just grabs his receipt, huffs and walks out.
I've never seen him again since, and still wonder what the deal is with those people who seem to think everyone else is just like them... curious. Oh hello headache. I haven't missed you.
Bonus
I'd also like to add a non-sucky, but amusing little story I heard from a coworker. It is becoming common to get questions about whether some product or other contains pork. I myself was approached by a worried muslim who had been told that our pastries were fried in pork fat, though I managed to assure him they were not.
My coworker told him though that another man had approached him and asked in broken English if the whale steak had pork in it. My coworker isn't the sturdiest in English himself, so he had to do his best to explain what a whale was, even though he couldn't remember the word for 'mammal'. He ended up saying it was a big fish.
~Wulf
So the stars here are Me as myself, and a crazy old guy as the SC.
He comes to my register with a medium amount of goods, he's courteous enough with the greeting and doesn't look particularly angry or anything, so I have no warning. He's maybe 60 or 70 years old, somewhere around that. Everything is going well until the point where I ask:
Me: Would you like your receipt?
SC: *gives me a look then says in a snooty tone* You're not supposed to ask about those, you're supposed to just give them to us.
Me: *mentally steeling myself* I'm sorry, but that is not what we've been instructed.
SC: *suddenly rises to a near-shout* Well, I'm instructing you! The customer! I'm telling you right now, we all want you to just give it to us! *then goes into a small speech about how the Swedes shouldn't tell Norwegians what to do, blah blah blah, nonsense and crap*
The other customers as well as myself are giving the guy looks that he doesn't seem to notice. Because I can't leave well enough alone, and am obsessed with things being right, I attempt to further explain as I hand him his receipt.
Me: Well, barely half of our customers actually want their receipt, so...
And that's all I manage to say as mister SC doesn't want to listen anymore, he just grabs his receipt, huffs and walks out.
I've never seen him again since, and still wonder what the deal is with those people who seem to think everyone else is just like them... curious. Oh hello headache. I haven't missed you.
Bonus
I'd also like to add a non-sucky, but amusing little story I heard from a coworker. It is becoming common to get questions about whether some product or other contains pork. I myself was approached by a worried muslim who had been told that our pastries were fried in pork fat, though I managed to assure him they were not.
My coworker told him though that another man had approached him and asked in broken English if the whale steak had pork in it. My coworker isn't the sturdiest in English himself, so he had to do his best to explain what a whale was, even though he couldn't remember the word for 'mammal'. He ended up saying it was a big fish.

~Wulf
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