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Mr. No Talk
Okay, there's a very well known guy who all of us cashiers call: Mr. No Talk. He usually cashes out chips, hates being greeted, only frowns, wants all big bills and never says one word to any of us. If we ask if he wants a big bill he only nods.
Well, I sure got him to talk to me today...
Well it was late around 2am and my shift was going to end soon, so I was a bit tired. I had so many transactions that day that they all started to blend together and turned my brain into mush.
Well, he had two hundred and fifty dollars in green chips and he added two twenties and a ten in cash. For the LIFE of me I couldn't add this up! I think it threw me off that he mixed chips with cash. My mind was set in chip mode.
I kept second guessing myself and finally Mr. No Talk snaps: It's THREE. And he grabs at what I just laid out and makes an angry slam really close to my personal space. I jumped back. I re-looked at it and it finally clicked in my head and I paid him three hundred.
I felt like an idiot. I've dealt with way more complicated transactions and do just fine. I didn't like the fact that he reached through the bars and got into my personal space. His first instinct was to lash out physically and not be calm with me.
The rest of cashiers all had
looks and told me it was okay and that he's just a jerk. I just felt dumb and was a bit shaky afterward.
Well, I sure got him to talk to me today...
Well it was late around 2am and my shift was going to end soon, so I was a bit tired. I had so many transactions that day that they all started to blend together and turned my brain into mush.
Well, he had two hundred and fifty dollars in green chips and he added two twenties and a ten in cash. For the LIFE of me I couldn't add this up! I think it threw me off that he mixed chips with cash. My mind was set in chip mode.
I kept second guessing myself and finally Mr. No Talk snaps: It's THREE. And he grabs at what I just laid out and makes an angry slam really close to my personal space. I jumped back. I re-looked at it and it finally clicked in my head and I paid him three hundred.
I felt like an idiot. I've dealt with way more complicated transactions and do just fine. I didn't like the fact that he reached through the bars and got into my personal space. His first instinct was to lash out physically and not be calm with me.
The rest of cashiers all had
looks and told me it was okay and that he's just a jerk. I just felt dumb and was a bit shaky afterward.
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