All That Chocolate Around And Still So Bitter
It is the week before Christmas, which also happens to be the week of my birthday, and I decide to buy a box of chocolates for my husband from a particular up-market chocolate retailer. This shop has a loyalty scheme which I found out about a few years back. The biggest draw of the loyalty scheme is that you get a free box of chocolates with another purchase within thirty-six hours of your birthday, so I now ensure that at least one Christmas gift comes from there, and I get an extra box as a personal treat.
I originally signed up for the loyalty scheme during the global health crisis and was told that they couldn’t hand me a physical loyalty card, but each time I come in, I should give my address at the cash point and they will find my account, add any loyalty points, and ensure that I am given any free gifts. I’ve done this every time since, no cashier has ever questioned it, and it has never occurred to me that there might be an easier way to do things.
On this occasion, being so close to Christmas, there is a long line for the cash points. While I’m waiting, I hear customers over and over being asked if they have a loyalty card and the majority then giving postal code details for an address search. I then become aware that the cashiers are asking for either a loyalty card or the mobile app, and I pretty much facepalm in the middle of the shop, realising that, OF COURSE, they must have an app and it will be so much easier for me to flash a virtual card. I get out my phone and try to register my details, failing to complete the task before I am called forward.
It’s also important to note that the birthday chocolates are chosen from a selection at the registers, so there’s nothing in my hands apart from the box for my husband and no indication that I’m looking for a free gift. Also, in case it’s relevant, I’m thirty-seven and the cashier is in her early twenties.
Cashier: “Do you have our loyalty card?”
Me: “Actually, I do have an account, and I’ve just been trying to get signed up on the app. Usually, I have to do an address look-up, but I wanted to make things easier for you guys—”
The cashier interrupts me in a singsong voice.
Cashier: “We don’t do address look-ups; you have to show us a physical card or virtual card on the app.”
Me: “Oh, but…”
I gesture to the cash desk next to me where her colleague is clearly taking postcode details from another customer.
Me: “Are you sure? I mean…”
Cashier: *In the same sickly-sweet voice* “You know, apps really are important in life. You can’t just ignore technology. You really should learn to use them.”
I’m torn between really looking forward to my free chocolate but also wanting to avoid confrontation and get out of the situation.
Me: “I’m sorry, I do use apps, I didn’t realise you had this option, and I have always done things differently here, but I guess that’s not important. Don’t worry about it for today. Please just ring up these chocolates, and I’ll get myself sorted for next time.”
The cashier rings up my husband’s chocolates and takes my payment, but then, rather than handing me the box, she keeps holding it and continues to say:
Cashier: “Just for reference, if you had signed up on the app, you would automatically have the virtual card loaded on your phone, so your story makes no sense. Please don’t treat retail workers like we are stupid.”
Me: “Oh, no, I didn’t. I mean, I would never. The whole time, I was trying to make things easier. Also, I’ve never used the app before. I first signed up in the shop at the register, and—”
Cashier: “In which case, we would have given you a card immediately. Again, you are treating me like I’m stupid. You’ve obviously lost your card.”
Me: *Close to tears* “It was during the [health crisis] when physical cards were not being given. Again, I’m sorry this has all been taken the wrong way, but I can see that it’s really busy today, and I don’t want to add to your stress. Please give me my purchase, and I’ll get out your way.”
As I walked out of the shop, I heard her and her colleague burst out laughing. Honestly, if I inadvertently did something wrong and confused the cashier, I’m sorry about that, but it did feel like she was having a bad day and decided that I was in the wrong from the outset, or possibly she and her colleagues had decided to mess with a random customer. Why else would she insist on not doing an address look-up when others were happening right next to me?
I also wonder what would have happened if I’d said I had the app but my phone was broken or something. Anyway, I didn’t get my birthday chocolates this year, and I hope my husband shares his!