Cashier Hell: Custy In Line Still Complains After Being Offered Help
At least I finally had a chance to make my new BookAce logo. ;)
Here with a quick story today.
The setting: Liquidation hell, the early days.
Hours had been slashed at this point, so there were only two of us there at the time, me and my manager. (Formerly the assistant manager, who was promoted to manager when our original GM jumped ship. New manager is awesome.) There’s a small line of two custys, one of whom I’m ringing up. The fellow I’m ringing up has a large amount of books, so it’s taking a few minutes.
The second person in line, an older woman, is looking irritable. She’s only been waiting a few minutes, but her impatience is obvious. My manager is working on the computer beside me, and notices her expression, as I’m ringing up the last three books of the gentleman I’m helping.
Manager: *moves to the second register and motions to the woman I shall refer to from here on as Random Bitch* “I can take you over here.”
RB: “No, she’s just about done ringing this man up.”
Manager: “…Okay.” *goes back to his paperwork*
I ring out the gentleman, he leaves, RB gives me her books, I ring them up, and all is well. Except as soon as I ring her out, RB lives up to her name. She takes one step over to where a friend of hers was apparently waiting, and says, pointedly loud enough for us to hear:
“Don’t you just hate it when you’re waiting and waiting in line and they won’t open a register, but as soon as it’s almost your turn they finally decide to open one? I mean, ugh!”
WTF. BITCH, MY MANAGER OPENED A REGISTER JUST FOR YOU AND YOU SAID NO TO IT. WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!