Today is one of the days that make me so glad that I'm medicated, I would hate to have to go to jail because I killed a custy. My day started off fine enough until one of the slaves in the Bakery calls to tell me that four cases of beer have exploded.
Our store always promotes this Summer of Beer, bullshit, and thus we have several large displays of bottled deal-with-custys around the store. Apparently this "lady" let her three demon spawn run around the store and play (bitch McDonalds is down the street and open 24hrs, THEY have the playplace) and they eventually ran into and tried to climb on one of said displays.
Not surprisingly they knocked some over and yes they did explode.
I then had this lady come up, stand in line for five minutes to talk to a manager because our SELFcheck out attendant is RUDE.
(she told her to stop taking bags off the scale, doesn't matter if you think you can, if you work in another grocery store and know it can be overridden, the big red stop sign applies to you too).
Then to top it all off, right before I left for the night I had to call the boys in blue because another "lady" (of the evening I think) came in on everything but roller skates.
I don't think I could get that High if you paid me, seriously. I don't mind if you drink, or do drugs or whatever, its your life, but don't be so coked out that you fall asleep STANDING UP while taking half an hour to ring up a third of a cart of stuff!!
The winner this week has to be the person who waltzed into our store straight off the cover of Landfill Weekly and was offered a credit card and the chance for $25 in free groceries, her response?
"I'm on Foodstamps, you guys already pay for my food, I don't need your free groceries"
Sigh, I feel better now.
And my nice custys are shocked to find out that I sometimes drink. HA. As always: