In Receipt Of Every Complaint

, , , , , , | Right | July 23, 2018

(We are the customers in this story. My husband and I are rushing to pick up some last minute props for our maternity photoshoot. We are next in line behind an older lady with a very unhappy look on her face.)

Cashier: *politely* “Receipt in the bag okay for you, ma’am?”

Customer: *abruptly* “NO! It is absolutely not okay!”

(She then goes on to mumble into her purse as she slowly folds the receipt, about how everything in the store was horrible; it was too crowded, and the music was too loud. It is 10:30 am on a Saturday, there is barely anyone in the store, and you can barely hear the soft music.)

Cashier: “Have a nice day!”

(The customer waves her off and stomped away.)

Me: “Well, that was different.”

Husband: “And you stayed smiling the entire time! How did you manage that?”

Cashier: “Oh, you wouldn’t believe the things we see in here sometimes.”

(There are some individually-wrapped chocolates at the cash register. I pick one up and add it to the pile, intending to surprise the cashier with it. My husband then picks it up and makes like he’s unwrapping it.)

Me: “NO! Put that back. It’s not for you; it’s for this nice girl for dealing with that horrible lady and keeping a smile on her face.”

Cashier: “Oh, thank you so much!”

(She brightened considerably and looked a little happier as we leave. Hubby still couldn’t believe how rude the lady was. Sadly, having been a bartender, I can totally believe it.)

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