Me: 
SCW: SC wife
SCH: SC Husband (he's the worst)
C: Cool customer
(note: We're extreamly busy, but I had a smile on my face until I met them)
Me: *ringing up their items*
SCW: I can't seem to pick this 12 pack coke up.
Me: I'll get it.
SCW: No. you can scan it with your gun.
Me: I'm sorry mam. All our scanning guns are not working. Let me get it.
SCH: *mumble something rude* Fine. Then dial the code.
Me: I only know the codes for produce, I'll need the number from the bar code to scan it.
SCH: Fine. *pick up the 12 pack and slams it on the weighting scale near my hand.* ( I told myself to stay calm. Even though he would have hurted my hand)
Me: *I continue to scan and SCH kept rambling about how bad the service is here and how incompitent the CW's are. I finished scanning his items and he payed his total.)
SCH: *to me* People like your generation is lazy, incompitent, and stuipid. Now. PICK UP THOSE BAGS AND PUT THEM IN THE CART.
*I picked up his items and placed them in the basket. ( about to snap)*
SCH: now take them to our car for us.
Me: * I called a CW to take SCH stuff to his car but*
SCH: NO, I want you to take them not your CW.
Me: (that's it) no, I have a line right behind you and those friendly people need to be served. I can't leave my register.
SCH: WHAT? TAKE THIS TO MY CAR NOW.
Me: No, that's not my job.
SCH: Then make it your job.
Me: Sir, I'm done servicing you. In fact, since you're rude and you called me incompitent and lazy, don't come back to this register. You have a very happy holidays! (NOT).
SCH: listen girl you..
C: You shut your mouth you old coot. You're rude, and the cashier is right. From what I heard, I wouldn't want you to come back either. So leave. You're holding up the line.
SCH: *Says nothing and leaves with his wife.*
After that incident I thanked the C who helped me out and paged my manager and told her of what happened. She says that she'll back me up as well. So far there hasn't been any complains from the SC.

SCW: SC wife
SCH: SC Husband (he's the worst)
C: Cool customer
(note: We're extreamly busy, but I had a smile on my face until I met them)
Me: *ringing up their items*
SCW: I can't seem to pick this 12 pack coke up.
Me: I'll get it.
SCW: No. you can scan it with your gun.
Me: I'm sorry mam. All our scanning guns are not working. Let me get it.
SCH: *mumble something rude* Fine. Then dial the code.
Me: I only know the codes for produce, I'll need the number from the bar code to scan it.
SCH: Fine. *pick up the 12 pack and slams it on the weighting scale near my hand.* ( I told myself to stay calm. Even though he would have hurted my hand)
Me: *I continue to scan and SCH kept rambling about how bad the service is here and how incompitent the CW's are. I finished scanning his items and he payed his total.)
SCH: *to me* People like your generation is lazy, incompitent, and stuipid. Now. PICK UP THOSE BAGS AND PUT THEM IN THE CART.
*I picked up his items and placed them in the basket. ( about to snap)*
SCH: now take them to our car for us.
Me: * I called a CW to take SCH stuff to his car but*
SCH: NO, I want you to take them not your CW.
Me: (that's it) no, I have a line right behind you and those friendly people need to be served. I can't leave my register.
SCH: WHAT? TAKE THIS TO MY CAR NOW.
Me: No, that's not my job.
SCH: Then make it your job.
Me: Sir, I'm done servicing you. In fact, since you're rude and you called me incompitent and lazy, don't come back to this register. You have a very happy holidays! (NOT).

SCH: listen girl you..
C: You shut your mouth you old coot. You're rude, and the cashier is right. From what I heard, I wouldn't want you to come back either. So leave. You're holding up the line.

SCH: *Says nothing and leaves with his wife.*
After that incident I thanked the C who helped me out and paged my manager and told her of what happened. She says that she'll back me up as well. So far there hasn't been any complains from the SC.
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