At the store I work at, wit never seems to fail that people want to be shitty right after the Holidays.
After Halloween, I had this group of about 5 women come into the store, with 2 baskets damn-near overflowing with costumes, candy, and decor.
They come up to my register, and I already had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to end well. Each and every time, they would stick it on the counter. “How much is this!?” and they expected me to tell them the price of every. single. item. And they would respond with “yes” or “no”, meaning if they wanted it or not.
An entire cart later, these ladies only take 1 of their 2 carts. They decided they didn’t want the rest of it, and left an ENTIRE CART FULL of random shit in FRONT OF MY REGISTER. Blocking the lines, of course. They left the store, and I figured they were gone, like they left. So I took the cart to the return area so I could help the next customer.
About 10 minutes later, one of the women came bursting through the door, cuts into the line and asks me “Where is the broom!? The broom! The broom!” and I’m sitting here like wtf what broom? While trying not to be annoyed that she interrupted my customer. So our manager comes and helps her find her little glittery decor broom, and I figure she’s going to check out at the Service desk or whatever. But no, she decides to cut in front of another woman in line to check out this broom she didn’t even want in the first place. And I tried telling her no, she has to go to wait in line, and tried to refuse to check her out for cutting in front of this other person, but she just kept going at it and at it, shoving her stupid broom in my face. (Thankfully, the person she cut in front of wasn’t confrontational with her, or me, and just kinda let it happen, even if it was shitty.)
Then, after Christmas, these same women came back to the store to get Christmas items. They had like 3 carts full of lights, candy, decorations, etc. I was about to get off my shift, but I figured what the hell, it’ll just take me like 15 minutes to check out all their stuff (since there was so damn much of it) and I didn’t have a line because leaving. But no! These ladies decide they want to keep ringing stuff up into about 6 separate purchases, grabbing things off the displays near the registers and saying “can you add this in? Can we ring this up too? I would like to get this!” like dude, fucking stop. It’s 20 minutes past the end of my shift. I’d like to leave.