My store has savings cards. For every $20 you spend, you get a stamp. When you get five stamps, the card is filled up and you can redeem it for ten dollars off a purchase of ten dollars or more.
A lady came up to my register with a card that had three stamps on it. So, she needed two more stamps to be able to use the card to get ten dollars off of her next purchase. She handed me her stuff, and I rang it up.
Her total was somewhere around eighty dollars, which she didn’t want to spend, so she asked me how much each item was, even though the prices came up on the PIN pad screen as I scanned them. After I listed the prices, she told me to take two $10 pajama sleepers and a $7.99 dress off her purchase, which put her total somewhere around sixty dollars.
Customer: “Okay, now what do I need to fill up my card?”
Me: “You need a minimum of forty dollars, so you’re good.”
Anything between forty and sixty dollars earns you two stamps. She was in the clear.
Customer: “No, take something off. I need to be at exactly forty dollars so I can use my card on my next purchase.”
Me: “Um, you actually don’t. You’re still in the clear where you are now.”
Customer: “No, it needs to be exact!”
Me: “…oooookay.”
What she was buying consisted of two bathing suits that were $18 each ($36 together), and three outfits were each $8, so no matter which way I put the stuff together, it was going to be OVER forty dollars.
I pointed this out because she asked the price of each item eleventy-million times, but she didn’t really seem to get it. So, I rang up the bathing suits and one of the eight-dollar outfits, bringing her total to $44.
She was not having this, no matter how I tried to explain it. And here, folks, is where I got upset. She started using her I-can’t-believe-I-have-to-deal-with-someone-this-stupid voice.
Customer: “I need you to make my total forty dollars. Can you do that, or do you need me to do it? Can you do that?”
This transaction had gone on for way too long already. A line had already formed behind her — AND had dispersed when they realized that this lady wasn’t going to budge for a while. To add frustration to injury, I had the proverbial cherry on top of her being unable to do math while at the same time being condescending to me.
Me: “…I can do my best.”
I voided all her items off my screen to start over. I rang up her bathing suits again, which brought the total to $36.
Me: “Okay, these two together are $36.”
Customer: “Okay, that’s fine. Keep going.”
I then picked one of the eight-dollar outfits and rang that up, making the total exactly the same as before.
Me: “That made your total $44.”
This entire process was verbatim from the FIRST time I did it. The numbers (shocker) came out the SAME.
Customer: “I guess I have to do your job for you and make a total of $40.”
I was desperately hiding the fact that I was seething by now.
Me: “Knock yourself out.”
She rummaged through what she had brought up but was unable to make exactly $40 with any combination. I spent my time catching the eyes of people who tried to join my line and giving them a grimace and a warning shake of my head. Praise be to all retail gods, the rest of the population caught on very quickly and relocated to another line as the woman muttered to herself and kept switching around the items. I watched person after person get checked out and leave while she muttered, shuffled, combined, then recombined, then took an item out, and then added it back in.
Finally, it got through to her that I wasn’t stupid and that there was NO way for her to get what she wanted with her selection. I expected her to get high and mighty again. Instead, she thought for a second and said:
Customer: “That’s fine, thank you. Stop there.”
I gave her her stamps and finished her transaction: two bathing suits and an outfit. Her other selections were strewn a bit haphazardly on my register, and I carefully bagged ONLY the three items she paid for; if she was a time-wasting scammer trying to confuse me, she had failed.
Her savings card was now full, and she could use it on another transaction. Her other two eight-dollar outfits would be $16 together, which was enough to get the ten-dollar discount but not enough to earn another stamp for a new savings card.
She decided that she wanted to get something else to make her total over twenty, so I grabbed the two sleepers and the dress.
Customer: “Wait, the dress wasn’t on there?”
She was surprised that the dress wasn’t on the three-item purchase of two bathing suits and an outfit.
Me: “No, you told me to take it off.”
Customer: “Oh. Well, how much was it?”
I took a deep inhale because she had asked me this many times already AND it had an extremely visible price tag.
Me: “$7.99.”
Customer: “Oh, then I’ll take it.”
I rang her up again, took off the ten dollars, and gave her a new card.
Done. Finally. She walked away, leaving the sleepers behind, and I deeply wished for a cooler I would walk into just for scream therapy.
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