“Hi how are you today” I said repetitively to every customer who came through my line.
“Did you find everything okay?”
“Yes.” Said the lady at the end of the aisle.
It was silent until she stated “Would you hurry up? I’m in a hurry!” in an attitude tone.
“Sure I’ll call extra help and they can help with half this order.”
“Okay” she said, but it almost sounded like “k”.
After a few minutes of silence there was a loud BOOM and blueberries everywhere.
"CALL A MANAGER NOW!" She yelled, and a few seconds later I hear liquid dripping. "HURRY UP THERES MILK EVERYWHERE!" Once again she demanded me.
"Ughhh I'm done here!" She said as she stormed out of the store.
It was a sunny Friday afternoon and I was stuck at
work. It was moments before I could turn
the register light off to go home when a rude customer stormed in my line.
“Hi how are you today?” I asked her as she threw her items
on the belt.
She replied with “Fine” which was a clue to me she wasn't in
a great mood.
She has three carts of groceries because she had a large
quantity of every item, almost like she shopped once a month.
“Did you find everything okay?” I asked her as she gave me a
blank stare and told me to hurry up.
I called over a manager to help bag quicker but she refused
to have him help because she thought she would have to swipe the credit card
twice at the end.
A few minutes later there was a loud BOOM as the blueberry
containers fell on the ground and rolled all over.
“CALL A MANAGER NOW!” she insisted.
A few seconds later her milk started dripping everywhere and
she just put it on the floor and left it there.
“This is ridiculous” she stated
I remained silent because all of these problems were her
fault, not my or the company’s faults.
She complained to the manager about our terrible service and
how terrible I was at helping her load the groceries onto the belt, even though
that is not my job.
The large lady stormed out of the store, leaving all her
groceries behind and said “I’m never coming back here again!”
I stayed longer than my shift to clean up this mean lady’s mess.
I stayed longer than my shift to clean up this mean lady’s mess.
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