Taking Their Baggage With Them

| MI, USA | At The Checkout, Extra Stupid

(I am bagging groceries at a local grocery store and my cashier rings up only about 3-4 items. I put them all in one bag to be eco-friendly.)

Customer: “Oh, honey, that’s too heavy for me. Can you separate those into three separate bags?”

Me: “Sure, no problem.”

(I take the lady’s items and put them in three separate bags, taking extra time to distribute the little weight evenly.)

Me: “Here you go, ma’am.”

Customer: “Thanks!”

(She proceeded to grab all three bags in one hand and to walk out the door.)

Baby Cart

| MI, USA | Crazy Requests, Family & Kids

(I am a fifteen-year-old man. I’m pulling in carts from the parking lot and putting them in the lobby so customers can just grab a cart and go shopping. I have just set a large group of carts as a young woman comes up to me pulling a stroller.)

Woman: “Hey, can you watch my baby while I go get groceries, please?”

Me: *startled* “Ma’am, you can bring your baby inside.”

Woman: *ignores me* “Thanks, here.”

(The woman pushed the stroller to me and I caught it to prevent it from rolling down the hill from the store’s entrance. I was stuck at the entrance, seriously worried that, at 15, I just got stuck with a kid. A few minutes later the lady came out with an armful of groceries, grabbed the stroller, and without even a thank you walked away…)

This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 59

| Ashland, MA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Extra Stupid, Money

Customer: “So I want to do $40 cash, and the rest on my debit card.”

Me: “That’s fine.”

(I put the cash through, same as any other order, and then…)

Me: “Okay, go ahead and slide your card now.”

Customer: “But I left it at home.”

Me: *stunned* “You left it at home?”

Customer: “Yeah… Wait, you mean I need to bring the card with me to use it?”

Me: *speechless*

(Thankfully, a manager nearby overheard the exchange and jumped in…)

Manager: “Yes, ma’am, you need to bring your card. We can’t use a debit card that you don’t have.”

Customer: “But I have a debit card! Are you telling me I can’t use my card? Why can’t I use it?!”

Manager: “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come back with your card.”

Customer: “But I have a card!”

(This went on for a good minute or so. The manager ultimately wound up voiding out the second half of the order, telling the customer to come back *with her card* to pay for it. Afterward:)

Customer: “Make sure you don’t put that stuff away! I’ll be back! *leaves*

Next Customer: *shakes her head*

Me: *still speechless*

Bagger: “So… how much you want to bet she doesn’t come back?”

(She didn’t come back. That second half of the order? Mostly frozen food.)

Related:
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 58
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 57
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 56

Raising A Good Egg

| Glen Ellyn, IL, USA | Family & Kids

(I work as a bagger at my local grocery store. It’s a typical mid-week afternoon, with a steady stream of orders. The cashier I’m bagging for is an elderly woman in her 80s, and a wonderful person to work with.)

Cashier: “[My Name], could you grab some towels? A kid dropped a carton of eggs at the front of my line.”

Me: “Sure thing, [Cashier]. I’ll clean it up.”

(I grab a roll of towels, a bottle of cleaner, and a plastic bag. I walk around to where the mess is, and find a dozen-egg carton on the floor, and a father frowning at his toddler son, who’s sitting in the cart.)

Me: “I’ll get this cleaned up, sir. Don’t worry. Would you like me to get you a new carton of eggs?”

Father: “No, thanks, miss; my wife’s getting the eggs.” *to his son, who looks a bit confused* “Tell the nice lady you’re sorry for making a mess she has to clean up.”

(The boy doesn’t say anything, but he looks contrite, so I don’t get mad. Besides, he didn’t do it on purpose. The family leaves, I get the eggs cleaned up, and all is well. Three weeks later, I’m bagging for the same cashier, when the father and son come through our line, although I don’t recognize them at first.)

Son: *very firmly* “My name is George.”

Me: “Well, hello, George!”

Son: “I’m really sorry for dropping the eggs.”

(At this point I recognize the two, and I grin.)

Me: “Why, thank you, George. That’s a very nice thing to say. Apology accepted!”

(As it turned out, the father had been hoping to catch me at work so that his son could apologize. Good on him for raising his son to be a gentleman!)

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An Alarming Amount Of Calming

| IL, USA | At The Checkout, Wild & Unruly

(I am putting my groceries on the belt at the grocery store on New Year’s Eve. I only have about six items but have three more items to put on the belt. A woman steps into line behind me and starts unloading her cart. I move her items back on the belt to finish placing my order on the belt. She apologizes and I nod, turning back to the cashier as she checks me out.)

Customer: *clearly agitated* “Hey! I’m talking to you!”

(I turn to look at her, unaware that she’d been talking to me prior to this.)

Customer: “You can’t be mad about that people make mistakes. You’re crazy. What the h*** is your problem?”

Me: *genuinely confused* “I don’t think I said anything to you.”

Customer: “You gave me a dirty look! What is your problem; people can’t make a mistake?!”

(She continues to rant as the cashier nervously gives me my total which I need to ask her to repeat. As I’m ignoring the woman behind me she’s becoming more agitated and her volume is increasing. Once I pay it turn back to her and smile as brightly as I can.)

Me: “You have a very happy new year.”

Customer: “You need to calm the F*** DOWN! WHAT THE F*** IS YOUR PROBLEM?!”

(I mouthed good luck to the bagger as the customer continued to yell at me as I walked away.)

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