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Tale 1: Hey, Why Should I Shop When the Cashiers Can Do It For Me?
An old man comes into my line with a sole item: a pack of bologna. He tells me that it's supposed to be on sale, so I do a price check, which shows it as not being on sale. Since it was slow and we only had one stock person, I tell him that I'll go back and check to see if there's a sign. I do, and hey, it's not on sale. I run back to my register to tell him, when I find him SITTING on my register. He tells me to get the kind that's on sale, so I go and find out that we ran out. I return, and then he tells me to go get him some 99 cent bologna. I'm getting tired of being this man's personal shopper, so I stopped and asked one of the bosses if I could just give him his bologna for 99 cents because he was starting to piss me off. The boss laughed and said that he had never seen me so mad at a customer. He told me to just give him whatever he had for 99 cents.
Tale 2: Well Obviously the People Who Work In This Department Have No Idea What They're Talking About
I'm covering a break in Cosmetics when this woman comes and asks if we had a certain perfume. She spells it out for me "A-L-S-T-R-O-M." I walked all around cosmetics and didn't find it. Then she says, "Maybe it's H-A-L-S-T-O-N," so I walked around again and finally found it. There was a gift set and a regular bottle. She chose the gift set and asked how much it was. I tell her that it's $17.99. Then she wanted me to price check it in case the big neon green price sticker that she didn't bother to look at was wrong. I did, and it was still $17.99. She took it to the front registers, and I headed back too, since the regular cosmetics girl was back. I see her go over to Moai's line. I overheard her ask him to check the price yet again. I guess she must not have believed me or the register. Hey, it's still the same price. I just wanted to yell, "It's still going to be $17.99, stupid!"
Tale 3: ...And Then There's The Creepy Customers...
Around the time I started working here, I was stocking razors in one of the front endcaps. An old, old man came up to me and told me how pretty I was. He told me that he loved my name and that his wife was shopping somewhere in the store. Then he said that he wanted to come over and rub my hair because it looked soft. He asked me that about four times since I kept refusing. Then, when I bent over to fill the bottom pegs, he started petting me. Not a good way to start a job. Now I try to hide whenever I see him come into the store.
Tale 4: Uh, I Don't Know How This Magically Went Bad
A lady looking like the embodiment of white trash came into the store with a gallon of milk that was 3/4 empty and spoiled. The expiration date (or rather the final sale date) on the jug was August 10 (A week away). I know that she drank most of it and accidentally left it out. It spoiled, so she brought it back. Milk just doesn't spoil overnight. However, the boss of the night gave her her money back. I swear that if a customer came in to the store and said that they didn't get $400 back in change, our bosses would give it to them.
Tale 5: I Love Holding Up The Line
It's been a slow day, buy like all slow days, a customer bomb goes off and the store gets really busy for about a half-hour. Well, a mute old man comes to my register for a watch battery. He motions for me to find the battery, but he doesn't even have it out. So, being on the register with the photo-machine, I have a screwdriver small enough to open the watch. Before I can do that, though, I have to scrape off a thick layer of sticky stuff off the watch. I get the battery out, and get him a new one. I ring it up and one of the bosses comes over, trying to rush me. The guy won't pay, though. He's too busy trying to put the battery into his watch. A line is forming, and the other cashiers are getting swamped. The guy keeps putting the battery in wrong. After five minutes or so, he finally gets it in right, pays up, and leaves.
