More grocery store madness. People who decide to leave their garbage in the carts. I'm not talking a napkin from a pizza sample here, people. I'm talking a big bag of leaky, disgusting garbage that a person took out of their car, and then they decided to abandon the full trash bag in one of our shopping carts rather than any of the dozens of garbage cans we have placed outside. Pizza boxes, beer bottles, newspapers, whatever shitty thing from our hot bar or salad bar they ate in their car for lunch. And I'm pretty sure it's the same guy every day too. It's always in the same cart return lane. Hoping I catch the asshole in the act someday.
But the little ones, like aforementioned sample cups, coffee cups, towel wipes and napkins bug me too. Several months back I noticed some women take an orange slice sample from the tray we had placed right by the entrance where all the carts are. She takes a bite, walks right past the garbage can, and tosses the orange slice into the front cart (the one the next customer would take). You better believe I called that bitch out on it. She complained to the manager, but they didn't give a crap.
And now for a fun coupon story. So this old lady comes through my line while I'm cashiering, and she has two ice cream thingies. A single one costs $3.50. She has a coupon. "Buy one, get one free. Price can not exceed $7." So, I ring it up, use the coupon. She looks at her receipt, and gets mad.
"You owe me $3.50" she says. I ask her why, and she shows me the "Price can not exceed $7".
I explain to her "Well, mam, that means if I couldn't have used this if one of the ice cream boxes cost more than $7, but it was less, so you got the second one free."
"I don't think you get this, young man." She starts going off. (At this point, I will mention that this woman is wearing plastic gloves, had an oxygen tank, and looked like a leper.) "I paid $3.50."
"Yes."
"Now, their is a remaining $3.50 on this coupon. You owe me that remaining amount. The coupon is for $7. So I paid for part of it and I get the rest of the coupon's worth back."
"No. M'am, that isn't what that means at all." Again, I try to explain it to her. She calls me a "stupid boy" and I bring my manager over, who explains the same thing to her. The lady finally decides to leave, but parts us with this gem:
"I'm calling the owners of the company and filing a complaint to have you crooks fired. This is what happens when you start hiring the retarded." My manager and I look at each other, dumbfounded. The lady finally leaves, and I turn to my manager.
"Nicole, am I retarded?" I ask, amused.
"A little." We laugh.
Haven't heard from upper management. Guess they didn't give a shit, either.
Topic: The Stupid Customer Thread (Read 3300 times)
