Grapes Of Wrath
Our oldest cashier (she probably partied with Betty White) is at the register, glaring at a customer. When I get closer, the customer turns her rage to me and stalks towards me.
Customer: “YOU! Come here!”
Me: “How can I help you, ma’am?”
Customer: “This… this is… She is messing with my grapes!”
Me: “Okay, let me see what I can do for you.”
Customer: “She’s trying to overcharge me! Look!”
The cashier shows me her screen but I see nothing wrong.
Me: “Okay, I’m not—”
Customer: “The grapes are $1.98!”
Cashier: “They’re $1.98 per pound, not $1.98 per bag.”
Customer: “That’s not true. The sign clearly says $1.98.”
Cashier: “Per pound.”
Customer: “Don’t be stupid. You don’t weigh grapes.”
Me: “Ma’am, grapes are sold by weight.”
Customer: “No, they’re not!”
Me: “Ma’am, we can go look if you want but—”
Customer: “NO!” *Stomps her foot* “No! This is robbery!”
The man in line behind her speaks up.
Customer Behind Her: “Learn to read, you c***! I can see from right here that the sign says ‘per pound.’”
He points to the sign not twenty feet away. We stand there in silence for a moment. The cashier and I make eye contact and the cashier lets out a laugh. I look away and try to avoid laughing too.
Customer: “You… you’re all f****** high school dropouts and inbred b*****ds! Go to Hell!”
She stormed out, leaving her groceries behind. I told upper management about the exchange just in case she filed a complaint. I never heard anything, so either she never complained or it didn’t get her anywhere.
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.