An elderly gentleman with splitting, brittle nails came to my register and bought a few things. In the middle of the transaction, he got frustrated with his splitting thumbnail catching onto his credit card and began to chew at it, exposing the bleeding nail bed underneath.
Me:
He finally gave up after coating said nail with a thin layer of saliva, slid the card and all was well.
Bonus: Check Rage
Today was check day for me. I see one check a month, maybe two on a regular basis but today I had 4 of them nearly in a row!
Anyway, one woman could not understand why I couldn't print her check automatically instead of having her handwrite the check. I got a slight bitchfit until I told her "Look, this is the way it is. I can't."
Cue catbutt face and her tearing up the check after I processed it (because I handed the voided check back to her). Oh well.
Me:

He finally gave up after coating said nail with a thin layer of saliva, slid the card and all was well.
Bonus: Check Rage
Today was check day for me. I see one check a month, maybe two on a regular basis but today I had 4 of them nearly in a row!
Anyway, one woman could not understand why I couldn't print her check automatically instead of having her handwrite the check. I got a slight bitchfit until I told her "Look, this is the way it is. I can't."
Cue catbutt face and her tearing up the check after I processed it (because I handed the voided check back to her). Oh well.
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