June 15, 2009

In response to Evana's rant:

Yes, I agree, it irks me to be told off for something that is not my fault at all. If there is no salt, tell the grocery guy, not the cashier. I will share my unfortunate commutings with grumpy customers in parts as well.

1.
On my very first day, one rather atrociously obese redneck lady came marching up to my till. I was already somewhat terrified because it was "10% Tuesday" which means thousands more customers than usual, and it was my first day on till so I wasn't familiar with the whole thing yet. So I'm thinking "crap..." when she's swinging her weight around in front of her cart and flinging jugs of milk and frozen bags of mixed veggies onto the belt. I instinctively checked the small mirror on my till to see that she hadn't left anything in the bottom of the cart, and saw only a moving mass of green with a large yellow John Deere logo. She muttered and grouched at her kids and glared at the little sign under my screen sporting the words "Cashier in training, thank you for your patience." I didn't bother asking how she was after her reply to "Would you like your milk in a bag ma'am.." was, "No! Why th' hell...?"

Then she sent me off to get 4 cartons of cigarettes and a few rolls of chew. The girl behind her in line, a ditsy, tiny-boned, blonde who had just twisted her ankle mildly wearing high heels, said "Ooooo that's quite a lot of stinky sticks! You all must live out of town!" Our main character replied,
"What, you think we're a lot of hill billies and rednecks livin' in barns and drinkin' an smokin' and not payin' taxes or som'in?" Blondie tucked her hair neatly behind one ear, eyed the first heaping cart and the second arriving then, and said,
"Oh not at all! I suppose you just buy in bulk while you can!" Obesity just turned around and ignored her after that.

To finish off this little episode, this living specimin of the supreme McDonald's diet leaned around the debit machine to watch me punch in her phone number. I screwed up and asked her to repeat it. 2-5-0-7-9-3-2-9-2-3 (or something like that). I hit the zero instead of the second 2 by accident and she flipped out "NOOO, THAT'S A ZERO YOU'RE PRESSING!" Finally she left, after a "greeeeeat" when I told her how much she'd saved.

Ditsy blonde rolled her eyes and exclaimed to her stick-thin Adam Lambert of a boyfriend, "My goodness she was so mean! She must have like, lost her dog... or something."


Stay tuned for... Tipsy Tina.

Posted by RJ Haely at 11:10 PM