Busy day at the fabric shop, ended up staying slightly over my allotted time. Second to last customer comes up with a bolt of ironing board fabric and asks for a yard of it.
ME: (scanning bar code) That's $7.49 a yard, ma'am.
SC: (acting like I'd just insulted her mother) WHY?!
ME:
The price on the bolt is $9.99, and the utility fabrics are on sale.
SC:
Forget it! (throws the bolt down and stomps off)
I was all
and "okaaayyy..." as I put the ironing board fabric in with the returns.
I get back to my station, and the next customer in line is her again, with a bolt of interfacing. Lovely. I call her up.
SC: I want two half-yard cuts of this.
ME: We're not supposed to do multiple cuts from the same bolt, ma'am.
SC: (snottily) I don't care, that's what I want.
Whatever. I don't want to argue. I just cut her two pieces, run her ticket.
ME: Here you go, ma'am, See You Next Time.
SC snatches it up and stomps off to the register. I wish I'd had a headset, I would've given the cashier a heads up about her. I've no doubt she was an utter bitch to the cashier, as well.
Fortunately, one of my managers was also working with me on the cutting counter. She sympathised with me and assured me that I'd done fine, that if she complains, she'll be informed that it is indeed policy.
Is it wrong of me to hope that her interfacing shrinks horribly in the wash after she uses it?
ME: (scanning bar code) That's $7.49 a yard, ma'am.
SC: (acting like I'd just insulted her mother) WHY?!
ME:

SC:

I was all

I get back to my station, and the next customer in line is her again, with a bolt of interfacing. Lovely. I call her up.
SC: I want two half-yard cuts of this.
ME: We're not supposed to do multiple cuts from the same bolt, ma'am.
SC: (snottily) I don't care, that's what I want.
Whatever. I don't want to argue. I just cut her two pieces, run her ticket.
ME: Here you go, ma'am, See You Next Time.
SC snatches it up and stomps off to the register. I wish I'd had a headset, I would've given the cashier a heads up about her. I've no doubt she was an utter bitch to the cashier, as well.
Fortunately, one of my managers was also working with me on the cutting counter. She sympathised with me and assured me that I'd done fine, that if she complains, she'll be informed that it is indeed policy.
Is it wrong of me to hope that her interfacing shrinks horribly in the wash after she uses it?

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