Very Poor Behavior
I am at a chain pharmacy picking up prescriptions. I have a personal policy that I don’t grab a basket or a cart so I don’t pick up too many extra items, but unfortunately, I’m also creative. I’m there with my fiancée and we have our arms full of stuffed animals. We go to check out, and there are a few people ahead of us. The person first in line keeps having her purchases rung up, bagged, and then unbagged and rung up again. There’s a manager on standby to run his ID to cancel out the transaction again and again.
Cashier: “I’m sorry, it did it again. I don’t know what’s wrong with our system today.”
Customer: “I’d like to go home today!”
Cashier: “I’m sorry, but you’re not the first person that this has happened to today.”
Finally, the teller moves her to a different register so the rest of the line can check out.
Customer: “You need to fix this! My card works elsewhere!”
Cashier: “I have no ability to fix this; it’s a tech issue we’ve been having.”
We can hear her continue to yell as she’s about three feet away. I get my excessive purchases rung up and hand them to my fiancée. This customer clearly wants to go home, right? She doesn’t have a lot of items and I don’t mind paying so she can go home.
Me: “Excuse me, miss, but I’d like to pay for your purchases so you can go home. I just—”
Customer: “I’M NOT POOR! HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF BEING POOR?!”
She is looking around at the entire store to be sure she’s heard.
Me: “Miss, I didn’t accuse you of being poor. I know this is an issue with their system and my card did work, so I was trying to make it so you could go home.”
Customer: “I’M NOT POOR! I’M NOT POOR!”
Cashier: “It’s just a problem with our system.”
Me: “No, I understand. I just know that my card works.”
The cashier gives me a very tired look as the customer just keeps yelling, “I’m not poor!” at the top of her lungs.
Me: “Well, miss, I hope you get to go home soon. Have a nice night.”
Customer: “I’M. NOT. POOR!”
I shrug and walk out of the store. I can hear her screaming even after the doors have closed behind me. My fiancée has been waiting in the car for me.
Fiancée: “What took so long?”
Me: “I tried to be nice. Didn’t go great.”