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Aug. 20th, 2005 09:34 pmSo, apparently last night one of our wonderful customers made a bomb threat against the store. From what I can gather they came in, shopped, got in an argument with the cashier over the price of their purchases, left, then came back a few minutes later and told a stocker that they had planted a bomb in the store and that it was about to go off. They ended up closing the store down for about an hour and a half while the police searched it for bombs. *sighs* I really fucking hate people. A lot.
Luckily, I was not working last night. Eris only knows what I might have done. However, today I started thinking about it, and realized just how easy it would be to get a few explosives into the store, and how they could be arranged for maximum damage. These kind of thoughts scare me, to be honest.
Of course today was filled with the usual round of idiots. The one who took the cake though was the lady who held up the line behind me for almost 20 minutes. She kept questioning the prices, asking for subtotals, and generally did just about every little annoying thing a customer can do. On top of that, she had about $200 worth of groceries to scan. So the cashier gets to the end of the woman's order and the lady says she wants to put part of the order on her EBT (Food stamp) card, and pay the rest with her debit card. No problem, cashier runs the EBT transaction and finds out that the woman only has about $3.84 on her card. So she runs the transaction again, and then asks the lady to pay the difference.
At this point the woman notices that she still owes us about 197 dollars, and starts to complain that she wanted to put all the food on EBT, and her non-food on debit. The cashier calmly explained that she had run the card, and that the woman had only been able to pay for $3.84 worth of groceries (this was the second or third time she had mentioned it to the woman, I heard it and I was busy running my own register).
Then the woman says those four little words every cashier dreads to hear: "I don't want it." So yes, after wasting 20 minutes of the cashiers time, plus sending extra customers to all the other lines, this bitch decides that she doesn't want her groceries, and leaves them all behind for us to put up.
Words cannot describe how badly I wanted to strangle that woman.
Best of all, I get to do it all over again tomorrow and Monday. Joy.
Luckily, I was not working last night. Eris only knows what I might have done. However, today I started thinking about it, and realized just how easy it would be to get a few explosives into the store, and how they could be arranged for maximum damage. These kind of thoughts scare me, to be honest.
Of course today was filled with the usual round of idiots. The one who took the cake though was the lady who held up the line behind me for almost 20 minutes. She kept questioning the prices, asking for subtotals, and generally did just about every little annoying thing a customer can do. On top of that, she had about $200 worth of groceries to scan. So the cashier gets to the end of the woman's order and the lady says she wants to put part of the order on her EBT (Food stamp) card, and pay the rest with her debit card. No problem, cashier runs the EBT transaction and finds out that the woman only has about $3.84 on her card. So she runs the transaction again, and then asks the lady to pay the difference.
At this point the woman notices that she still owes us about 197 dollars, and starts to complain that she wanted to put all the food on EBT, and her non-food on debit. The cashier calmly explained that she had run the card, and that the woman had only been able to pay for $3.84 worth of groceries (this was the second or third time she had mentioned it to the woman, I heard it and I was busy running my own register).
Then the woman says those four little words every cashier dreads to hear: "I don't want it." So yes, after wasting 20 minutes of the cashiers time, plus sending extra customers to all the other lines, this bitch decides that she doesn't want her groceries, and leaves them all behind for us to put up.
Words cannot describe how badly I wanted to strangle that woman.
Best of all, I get to do it all over again tomorrow and Monday. Joy.
