Hell-O to all of RHU! I've been reading this site for a couple of years now and I've sure had my share of laughs! After some failed attempts, I've now started to comment more actively and I've finally decided to stick with only one name; LucyTheMagicka. I myself do not work in retail and probably never will.
I raise my glass of wine right now to all of you slaves, because I can admit that I couldn't do what you do. (I'm sure it gets better with time, but I have huge "First day fright" and I'm seriously not a people person... I'd lose my mind pretty quickly).
And a quick side note here: English is not my first language, so please forgive me for awkward grammar and/or stupid choice of words. (And using, a lot of, commas)
Now, well, this story takes place in a mid size grocery store. This is not a story of a customer bitching to cashier. This is actually about customer being sucky to other customer! And it goes like this:
I was 15 years of age and shopping with my dad. I had a friend with me, and we basically did our own snack shopping and my dad did his own.
Now, my dad drinks every now and then. Pretty much every time he has a day off of work (he doesn't have regular hours or days). No biggie. I don't live with my dad, but we hang out every once in a while, and I was used to seeing him buy and drink beer. I actually was with him in the beer aisle, just chatting and watching him take maybe two bottles of some beer.
We got to the register. Me and my friend bought some small things, candy bars etc. My dad was behind me, so I helped him by putting his groceries into his backpack. I opened the bag, and I saw a case of beer he had bought earlier from another store. For some idiotic reason I lifted the case up and said (jokingly) something like: "So more beer, huh?"
And that was when some less-worthy-than-shit-in-the-toilet-customer smelled the opportunity to be a Douchebag Hero. I can't remember how the scene started, but the point was that the Douchebag Hero accused my dad of stealing the case of beer!
At this point the embarrassment got the better off the young little me, so I just left the scene. But this is how it went according to my dad:
Douchebag Hero: Did you steal that beer? You totally stole that beer!
Douchebag Hero: I SAW you take that case and put it in your bag!
(When I heard this story, I left out an angry laugh... I mean, I was with my dad the whole time he was on that aisle! Douchebag Hero is a fucking idiot! I didn't even see him in the store before we got to the register.)
Douchebag Hero was so sure that he saw my dad, that eventually they went to see the fucking recording from the surveillance cameras with the guard! My dad was cool the whole time: no screaming, no nothing, but I'm pretty sure he laughed silently :)
So they watched them tapes. It shows me and my dad. Chatting and eyeing different beers. Nothing else. (insert Nelson's laugh from Simpsons here now) I wish I could've been there to see the look on Douchebag Hero's face.
I heard that Douchebag Hero wasn't warmly welcomed to that store after that... What a Moron!
(I don't know if my dad had the receipt from the beer case. He is one of those people who take all the receipts - maybe 3 a day - but just put them in their wallets... and never take any of them out.)
So there! If this gets to RHU, it'll be my first post, and probably the only one for very very long time...
And one last holla to the super cute cashier boy at my local shop :) he's the sweetest thing. I once forgot my wallet, and he said it would be okay for me to left my bag (including the groceries) in the shop while I would run to get my wallet (this would take maybe 5 minutes), but thank the Holy Spaghetti Monster, my BF was sweet enough to bring it to me after a quick call.