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Today I was upfront running the only register we had that worked today and there were maybe 7-8 people waiting in line. Wouldn't be a big deal except the company I work for is too cheap to replace our ancient machines. Half the time our counter top scanners don't work so we have to use the hand scanner, and if that goes out, which is often, we have to punch in the UPCs. I've gotten to be fairly good at this so the line was moving fairly quickly considering the circumstances.
I was in the middle of checking out the fourth or fifth person in my line when a woman with a tote comes up to the counter, pushes the customer that I was help aside and dumps her tote on the counter. Needless to say I was more than mildly shocked and confused as to this behavior so I just kind of stared at this woman for a few seconds.
"Well?" She finally asks in that condescending manner that spoiled people just have. "Aren't you even going to greet me?"
I exchange a glance with the lady I had been helping, who is as flabbergasted as I am. I'm still very much at a loss for words so my only response to her is, "Ma'am, there's a line," while pointing the line of stunned people that she had just decided she was better than.
Now, I'm normally the kind of person who can take anything anybody throws at me without blinking, or my smile cracking. However, this woman was enough to make me lose my stride.
"I was here first!" was her very bewildering response.
The very nice exceptionally beautiful and sweet lady that I had been helping choose this time to interject with "The f**k you were you stupid f**king c**t! This man was helping me when you cut in line. Do you know what a line is you stupid wh**e? I didn't f**king think so you stupid c**t. Now get your s**t together and get to the back of the f**king line and f**king wait like everyone else and get the
out of my way before I knock you the f**k over!"
Now the flabbergasted shoe is on the other proverbial foot and the evil woman looks at me and says, "How DARE you allow a customer to speak to me that way! I want to talk to your manager!"
My manager, who by this time was standing right behind this woman, taps her on the shoulder and says "I'm the manager today, and you're going to have to wait at the end of the line like everyone else."
At this this woman decides that she has lost and gathers her things and walks to the back of the line. When she was out of earshot my manager tells me that when I get to her I can take my lunch break if I want to, and if she's still there when I get back I can check her out.
I did, and she wasn't.
I'm really starting to like my manager.
I was in the middle of checking out the fourth or fifth person in my line when a woman with a tote comes up to the counter, pushes the customer that I was help aside and dumps her tote on the counter. Needless to say I was more than mildly shocked and confused as to this behavior so I just kind of stared at this woman for a few seconds.
"Well?" She finally asks in that condescending manner that spoiled people just have. "Aren't you even going to greet me?"
I exchange a glance with the lady I had been helping, who is as flabbergasted as I am. I'm still very much at a loss for words so my only response to her is, "Ma'am, there's a line," while pointing the line of stunned people that she had just decided she was better than.
Now, I'm normally the kind of person who can take anything anybody throws at me without blinking, or my smile cracking. However, this woman was enough to make me lose my stride.
"I was here first!" was her very bewildering response.
The very nice exceptionally beautiful and sweet lady that I had been helping choose this time to interject with "The f**k you were you stupid f**king c**t! This man was helping me when you cut in line. Do you know what a line is you stupid wh**e? I didn't f**king think so you stupid c**t. Now get your s**t together and get to the back of the f**king line and f**king wait like everyone else and get the
out of my way before I knock you the f**k over!"Now the flabbergasted shoe is on the other proverbial foot and the evil woman looks at me and says, "How DARE you allow a customer to speak to me that way! I want to talk to your manager!"
My manager, who by this time was standing right behind this woman, taps her on the shoulder and says "I'm the manager today, and you're going to have to wait at the end of the line like everyone else."
At this this woman decides that she has lost and gathers her things and walks to the back of the line. When she was out of earshot my manager tells me that when I get to her I can take my lunch break if I want to, and if she's still there when I get back I can check her out.
I did, and she wasn't.
I'm really starting to like my manager.
I AM the evil bastard!
She sounds just as foul as the line-jumper. I wouldn't want either "lady" in my shop.
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