One of our stores does their usual “points” spiel. With every purchase, for every ten bucks you spend, you get a sticker that you have to collect, and with enough of these “points”, you can get a 10%, 20%, or 30% discount for a purchase once, depending on how many you collect.
I don’t collect them because I forget them anyway when it’s time to cash them in, so I usually hand them over to the next customer, and normally, this is not a big deal.
Normally.
Cashier: “And here are your points.”
I turn to the customer behind me.
Me: “I don’t collect these. Would you like them?”
Customer #1: *With a mix of contempt and indignation* “Do I look like I need your points?”
Me: “Uh… fine? Just asking.”
The customer behind her pipes up.
Customer #2: “Mind if I take them?”
Me: “Please do.”
Customer #1: “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take them, just that I don’t need them. I’m not poor!”
Me: “Nobody said you are. I just don’t collect them, that’s all.”
Customer #1: “Well, I will take them!”
At this point, though, she’s managed to tick me off just enough with her attitude that I don’t want to give them to her anymore. It’s not like these things are worth anything, but people who act like they’re doing me a favor by taking something out of my hand that others would at least say, “Thank you,” for doesn’t sit right with me.
Me: “Sorry, nope. You rejected them.” *Looks [Customer #2] behind her* “You asked for them, so you get them.”
Customer #1: *To the cashier* “Gimme my points! He gave them to me first!”
The cashier just looks at me expectantly.
Me: “Well, give them to me.”
The cashier gladly obliges and is visibly happy that she got out of this hassle. I hand the little stickers to [Customer #2], who thanks me for them.
Customer #1: “You can’t give her my points!”
Me: “Lady, they are, first of all, my points. What I do with my points is my business. Please stay out of it.”
Customer #1: “You gave them to me!”
Me: “No. I offered them to you; you didn’t want them.”
Customer #1: “But then I said I wanted them!”
Me: “Why would a woman who so clearly doesn’t need any handouts get upset about not getting them?”
She changes colours a few times, gasps, and then screams some profanities at me.
Me: *Leaving* “Lady, you may not need my points, but you sure need some manners.”
Quite frankly, I hate shopping during “points” times.