Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 18

I’m picking up a few things for my daughter’s birthday. I’ve made an order and I’m collecting it.

Cashier: “Will that be all?”

Me: “Oh, yes. [Owner] said there was some of stock being thrown out and I could help myself.”

Cashier: “There is no [Owner] that works here.”

Me: “Yes, there is. [Owner], the owner.”

Cashier: “The owner is [Woman]. You can’t have stuff for free.”

Me: “Why don’t I call him?”

I get my phone and dial the number right there.

Me: “Oh, hi, [Owner]. I’m in the shop and they don’t know anything about the stuff you said.” *Pauses* “Her name is… [Cashier]. She said she doesn’t even know you.” *Pauses* “Okay, great. See you in a second.”

Cashier: “You know what? I’ve really had it with customers trying to rip us off. I will call the owner and they will ban you from the store.”

Just then, [Owner] arrives from the back.

Owner: “I don’t think that will be necessary. Sorry about her, [My Name]. She’s been here six months and I’m here all the time. You would think she would know who I am by now.”

Cashier: “But [Woman] said—”

Owner: “[Woman] is the manager. I am the owner. I did explain this.” *Sighs* “Why don’t you restock the shelves while I serve this gentleman?”

He did, and he gave me a bit of a discount, too. When I left, I saw the cashier outside instead of stacking the shelves, smoking a cigarette. I wonder how long she stayed.

Related:
Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 17
Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 16
Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 15
Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 14
Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 13