I’m in line at a convenience store that is known in my town to have an extremely slow cash register, and they have only one cashier, no matter how busy they are. Processing any transaction takes several minutes. If it weren’t right next door to my work, I would never go there because of the wait times, even when the store is empty.
I’m third in line one day, buying something for lunch, and I overhear the woman at the front say she needs to pay for her items in three transactions. I’m filled with dread because this will cause the ten minutes I expected to wait to take twenty.
Lady: “I need these items [which include some sort of alcohol] in the first transaction.”
Cashier: “Sure. I just need to see ID.”
Lady: “I’m seventy-eight years old! Why do you need to see ID?”
Cashier: “Our system requires me to scan the ID for every restricted purchase. I can not continue the transaction without it.”
Lady: “Oh, okay. Let me look.”
She begins rummaging through her giant purse for her ID. It takes her almost five minutes to find her ID so the cashier can process the transaction. When her order is finished, she throws the card, receipt, and ID into her purse.
Lady: “For the next transaction, I need two packs of [Brand #1] cigarettes and these items.”
The cashier rings everything up.
Cashier: “Okay, I just need to scan your ID again.”
Lady: “But you just saw it. I’m seventy-eight years old. Why do you need it again?”
Cashier: “Because our system requires I scan the ID for every purchase. It doesn’t know that you’re the same person.”
Lady: “Oh, okay, just give me a minute to pull it back out.”
She again starts rummaging through her purse to find the ID she just had. Fortunately, it only takes her about three minutes this time. The cashier finalizes that transaction and gives her her change. The lady slowly counts her change before dumping it into her purse. Then, she decides to organize her shopping bags in the cart before looking over the items around the till.
The man in front of me dumps his items on the floor and storms out. The woman in front of him politely asks if there is another cashier available. The lady checking out doesn’t seem fazed at all by this as she continues to hem and haw over the candy and snacks around the counter.
Eventually…
Lady: “Okay. For the third order, I guess I just need one pack of [Brand #2] cigarettes. None of the snacks are appealing to me right now.”
Cashier: “Sure. I just need to see your ID.”
Lady: “Why do you need to see my ID? I’m seventy-eight years old. We just went over this.”
At this, the woman behind me drops her items onto the unused cash stand and also storms out while the cashier gives the same explanation.
Lady: “Oh, that’s right. You said that, but I’m seventy-eight; I forget things. Just give me a minute to find my ID again.”
After another two minutes of searching for the vanishing ID, she finally pulls it out and the cashier finishes the transaction. The woman does not move after its done but instead begins organizing her purse on the counter.
Cashier: “Is there anything else you need?”
Lady: “Oh, no, I just thought I should probably put things where I can find them.”
Cashier: “Okay, well, will you move aside so I can help the next customer?”
She motions to the woman in front of me, who holds up her basket but cannot put it on the counter without pushing the old lady out of the way.
Lady: “I’m seventy-eight years old. I don’t do anything fast. You all need to learn to be more patient.”
The woman that was behind the old lady and has been very polite up to this point loses it.
Lady #2: “Because not everyone is retired and bored. I have a few other errands to run before picking up my kids, and the poor girl behind me is just trying to get something to eat. She is obviously on her lunch break, she looks like she is about to cry, and thanks to you, she probably won’t have time to actually enjoy her food. Now move.”
The lady did move her purse from the counter to her cart and took a few steps before continuing to organize her purse, partially blocking the narrow aisle, but at least we could move around her. The cashier checked out both [Lady #2] and me as quickly as their system allowed.
As I left, after almost forty-five minutes in line, the lady was still organizing her purse.