Independence Days Are Never Short of Crazy Custys

Canadia here eh, happy belated Canada and Independence Day everyone.

Two stories today one being a Crusty and one being a silly custy. One story happened on Canada Day and the other one was on Independence Day. 

First One: Canada Day

A few days before Canada day I went and bought a bunch of Canada Day accessories. We're talking head piece, bracelet, tie, necklace etc. Unfortunately no matter how much I was assured at least one other employee would probably dress up with me I was the only one that did. But I toughed it out, I'm sure I got a few looks but I swear people I can in fact dress myself in the morning.

So as I'm wearing my Canada day get up I'm stocking shelves in the kitchen aisle and a customer pulls up next to me in a cart and a song came on so she started dancing and singing. We're the only two people in the aisle so I was internally giggling to myself of how much spunk she had. You don't really see it that often.

She then asks me (or so I thought) where the medium garbage bags were. So I stood up and said: "There might be some on the other side let me go check for you."

She took one look at me and said: "Oh my god! haha! I thought you were my daughter!"

I smiled and walked to the next aisle to check and had a little laugh internally again.

Basic Description of Self: Most visible stuff

Dollarstore Apron. Bright Red and White Canada Day Tie (like a business suit tie freely hanging from my neck). Sparkly bright red and white Canada Day head piece with two Canadian flags sticking out from it. 

I'm a bigger girl. Maybe her daughter was volunteering at the Canada Day celebration but she was just shopping for general stuff. If a customer came in wearing something like that we sure would have noticed.

Just makes me wonder how she thought I was her daughter. 

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Story Number Two: Independence Day

The cashier got a bit of a line up so I was called up and asked for the next person in line. Eventually I came to an elderly customer. He had a bunch of Candy and some bottles of juice.

Before I continue the basic rule is, is if there is no tag anywhere it's automatically a dollar. So I ring up all of his things and just as I finish scanning the last one he goes: Aren't those [candy] 69 cents each?

I check my register and they rang up as a dollar. I've never had a problem like this with our tills displaying the wrong the price.

So I politely explained:

"It's ringing up as a dollar, would you like me to call a sales associate for a price check?" Probably not the best thing to say but I was caught off guard. Regardless of that being the case this next part was still uncalled for. 

Crusty: "Yeah! You better!" he yelled at me.

Calm your tits! It's fucking candy you asshole and I'm not  pushing that this is the amount you need to pay or get the fuck out. You aren't going to intimidate me into risking my job to give you a discount (not that I can) on candy you claim is cheaper than it is.

So I called the Assistant Manger up (Let's call her Bubbles cause she's got a Bubbly personality) and the waiting game starts. Usually from anywhere on the floor it's 20 seconds to get to the cash registers. We were there for about a minute and I called her 3 times and she was nowhere in sight.

So I had two choices:

1) Wait till Bubbles gets up here where she knows where the item is and she will have the final say in how much it is.

2) Go find the candy in question and tell the crusty who considers me a lowly cashier that it's a dollar and have him most likely flip his shit at me.

I chose option 1 and finally she came. I explained what happened and she went right to where it was to check  the price. I excused myself for the next customer and followed to possibly help her look for it. The crusty had decided to go find the tag himself.

While she was coming up so when I got there she took one look and told me and the customer it was 1.00. No problem we go back to the till and his rudeness didn't stop there even after he was a complete ass I treated him in a friendly manner throughout the entire transaction. He still paid for it in the endbut left me with these parting words:

"That's not right how she just said it was 1.00, last week it WAS 0.69 cents."

Are you fucking kidding me? Get over it, that was from the Assistant Manager and since we're a dollar store we don't have sales and usually 9 times out of 10 its the chocolate bars that are 0.69 cents. The entire store has clear tags on the shelves if there's a price difference and it's not like someone tore em off and if someone did one of the associates would have noticed pieces of the previous sticker there. There wasn't a torn sticker or any sticker on that shelf so it falls under the dollar category. Admit you were wrong and get the fuck out.

-- Canadia

Comments

[The Last Archimedean]

What a &*%^%&*& cheapskate! It's a dollar store, pay your buck and GTFO. That's cheaper than most places to begin with.

[Techtyger]

Some people argue just to feel superior. Was at a store once and some old biddy was arguing over whether one can of 3 for a dollar catfood should be 33 or 34 cents. I finally got tired of it, fished out a nickel and slapped it down. "There. You're covered for the next five. Can we PLEASE get on with our lives?" She death-glared me and stomped out in a huff. The cashier said "Thank you, she does that every couple of days."

[Humor_Me]

Here's the rule if you can't afford it, don't buy it. No candy is worth being a douche over.

[Skittles]

My favorite way to deal with those kind of jerks is to simply ask if they would like me to put the items back for them. It subtly makes it clear that the price is already decided and that their choice is now whether to but it or not. You know without being blatantly rude about it.