SC: I wanna buy this stuff with my flex card.
Me: ...uh?
SC: *shoves a bunch of stuff at me and then hands me her school ID.*
Me: Uh...do we even...?
SC: *very snotty* Uh [Town] College???
Me: ........... *swipes card* Says "Unknown Card."
SC: Oh. Well then I don't want any of it. *leaves it on my counter and leaves*
Me:
SC: I want to pay for this stuff with foodstamps.
Me: Something in it isn't covered. It'll only cover X.XX
SC: *waves at all the crap she's buying* It's all cold.
Me: I don't run the system, I don't know why things aren't covered, all I know is that you can't buy something in here with the foodstamps, it won't tell me what.
SC: Well I don't know why that would be since it's all cold food. *a line forms behind her*
Me: *individually rings up each thing to check what's not covered.* It's the specialty drink you ordered.
SC: ......Well that's stupid.
Me: Right. Do you still want it?
SC: Fine. I'll just pay cash. *takes her good ol' time. By the time she leaves the line is over ten people deep, I'm by myself, and I've had a drive off.*
SC: I want a carton of [brand].
Me: We're out of those.
SC: What? How come every time I come in, you're out?
Me: Well you come in right before the delivery date and I only order what they tell me to order.
SC: Great. *huffily walks away*
Weird Lady: The tea tastes like eggs.
Me: .........
(When I asked my CW what it tasted like he just said it tasted stronger than normal. It was fine. I just stirred it.)
SC: How much were those cigarettes?
CW: 6.29.
SC: You shorted me a five. I gave you a twenty.
CW: Sir, I gave you thirteen and change back. A ten and three ones. The same ten and three ones you still have in your hand.
SC: ....Well I still don't know. *storms out*
SC: I bought this map a few days ago. (It looked as if it were a few MONTHS ago) OBVIOUSLY someone WROTE THIS IN IT. *jabs at the page with her finger*
Me, Awesome Manager, and CW crowd around it and it's some very poorly written dirty poem about a woman of a dubious sexual nature and a phone number for said "lady of the evening". I'm trying to hold in a snort because even if it is offensive, it was actually rather entertaining that someone should open a map book to a "notes" page and just write something so weird in it. I would bet you 1000 dollars that woman wrote that in herself just so she could get a new map since hers rather looked like it had been dragged from the back of her redneck truck. She ended up being rather crazy.
SC: THAT'S THE "N" WORD FOR WOMEN! I HATE THAT WORD.
Me: ...uh?
SC: *shoves a bunch of stuff at me and then hands me her school ID.*
Me: Uh...do we even...?
SC: *very snotty* Uh [Town] College???
Me: ........... *swipes card* Says "Unknown Card."
SC: Oh. Well then I don't want any of it. *leaves it on my counter and leaves*
Me:

SC: I want to pay for this stuff with foodstamps.
Me: Something in it isn't covered. It'll only cover X.XX
SC: *waves at all the crap she's buying* It's all cold.
Me: I don't run the system, I don't know why things aren't covered, all I know is that you can't buy something in here with the foodstamps, it won't tell me what.
SC: Well I don't know why that would be since it's all cold food. *a line forms behind her*
Me: *individually rings up each thing to check what's not covered.* It's the specialty drink you ordered.
SC: ......Well that's stupid.
Me: Right. Do you still want it?
SC: Fine. I'll just pay cash. *takes her good ol' time. By the time she leaves the line is over ten people deep, I'm by myself, and I've had a drive off.*
SC: I want a carton of [brand].
Me: We're out of those.
SC: What? How come every time I come in, you're out?
Me: Well you come in right before the delivery date and I only order what they tell me to order.
SC: Great. *huffily walks away*
Weird Lady: The tea tastes like eggs.
Me: .........

SC: How much were those cigarettes?
CW: 6.29.
SC: You shorted me a five. I gave you a twenty.
CW: Sir, I gave you thirteen and change back. A ten and three ones. The same ten and three ones you still have in your hand.
SC: ....Well I still don't know. *storms out*
SC: I bought this map a few days ago. (It looked as if it were a few MONTHS ago) OBVIOUSLY someone WROTE THIS IN IT. *jabs at the page with her finger*
Me, Awesome Manager, and CW crowd around it and it's some very poorly written dirty poem about a woman of a dubious sexual nature and a phone number for said "lady of the evening". I'm trying to hold in a snort because even if it is offensive, it was actually rather entertaining that someone should open a map book to a "notes" page and just write something so weird in it. I would bet you 1000 dollars that woman wrote that in herself just so she could get a new map since hers rather looked like it had been dragged from the back of her redneck truck. She ended up being rather crazy.
SC: THAT'S THE "N" WORD FOR WOMEN! I HATE THAT WORD.
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