Got Enough Bottle To Demand It For Free

, , , , | | Right | May 14, 2019

(I am standing at my cash register.)

Me: “All right, that will be [price]. Debit or credit today?”

Customer: “Debit.”

Me: “All right.” *taps my debit button* “That should be ready for you.”

Customer: “Oh, I need a bottle opener for this.”

Me: “We do have those.”

(The customer grabs it and puts it in with his paid-for product. I take the item back from him.)

Me: “It costs [price].”

(He pays for his product and walks off, muttering just within hearing.)

Customer: “Jeez, can’t get anything for free anymore…”

Unfiltered Story #148672

, | | Unfiltered | May 2, 2019

(Every week we have a different beer on sale and every week I have roughly the same conversation with at least one customer.)

Customer: “Hey! I noticed that Bud is $36.99 but Bud Light is $48.99. Why is that?”

Me: “Oh, that’s because the Bud is on sale this week.”

Customer: “Okay. So can I have the Bud Light for $36.99?”

Me: “No.”

Customer: “Why not?”

Me: “… Because it’s not on sale.”

Simple Choice: Card Or Barred

, , , , , | Right | April 22, 2019

This past Saturday, a couple came through the line at the liquor store where I work. They both looked pretty young so I asked them for IDs. The guy fished his out while the girl mentioned something about hers being in the car. The guy and I stood and watched a little hockey while she went outside.

When she returned, she was all, “We shop here all the time,” pissy before handing me her ID. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, “I could just refuse your sale. Is that what you want?” She grumbled something under her breath while I completed the sale.

She has just earned herself the privilege of being carded by me every single time she comes into the store.

You Don’t Need A Six-Pack To Smile

, , , , , , | Working | March 4, 2019

(I am in a liquor store purchasing some items for me and my fiancée. We have been on a hard iced tea kick lately, and the store has a “make your own six pack” special going. I build a six pack and also grab two boxes of packaged drinks. The cashier looks to be a man in his late forties or early fifties. The economy has been terrible in my province lately, and I speculate to myself that he’s been laid off from a previous job and has taken this to make ends meet.)

Cashier: “Hi there. How are you today?”

Me: “Fine, thanks. How are you?”

Cashier: “Oh, not too bad. This is everything for you?”

Me: “Yes, thanks.”

(He picks up one of the sealed packaged boxes, scans it, sets it to the side, and then notices my pick-your-own set. He immediately looks nervous.)

Cashier: “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m not totally sure why, but we’re supposed to scan those ones first; I think it’s so you get the discount. I’ll need a supervisor to start the transaction again.”

Me: “No problem.”

(The cashier tries to flag down the supervisor on duty, who is chatting with other customers, assumedly family or friends as she is holding their baby and they are all laughing. She is totally oblivious that the cashier needs her.)

Cashier: “I’m so sorry. I’m new and I don’t have the authority to override.”

Me: “It’s no problem, really.”

(He keeps waving and calling her. Still no response. He turns to me looking nervous.)

Me: “I have nowhere else to be. Honestly, it’s okay.”

(Finally, the supervisor notices the line not moving. She comes over and voids the transaction so he can start again.)

Cashier: “Thanks for your patience. Some of these systems just… They’re a bit difficult.”

Me: “New jobs are always tough. You’re doing great. Thank you for making sure I got my discount. I hope to see you again!”

Cashier: “Thank you so much. Have a great day.”

(The poor guy. I wonder if other customers had been hard on him or if he was just nervous that he would do a poor job. A job is a job these days; I commend anyone who has to take a less paying job to make ends meet after being laid off. I hope he’s had a better experience since that day!)

What Is In That Beer And How Do We Get Some?

, , , , | Right | March 2, 2019

(I work in a bottle shop in a suburb posh enough to be somewhat isolated. People can be a little uptight around here, so my being naturally chatty and friendly seems to break down some barriers. It has been a slow winter’s night, especially as I’m the only one working. A man walks in as I’m trying to find something to listen to on the radio. He seems stone-cold sober. He walks up to the counter with a pricey bottle of European beer. As I’m ringing him up, I start chatting.)

Me: “Gosh, there’s absolutely nothing on the radio!”

Customer: “Oh, mate, is there ever anything on the TV, either?”

Me: “Not at the moment.”

(I refer to a TV used to advertise specials in the store, currently turned off, thinking that this guy will give some good banter. The joke goes way over his head.)

Customer: “You see, the government, right, they just want to dumb you down like… with what’s on the radio and stuff… like, what they want to do is, like, they can’t go door to door, right?”

(While not as passionate about what he is trying to say, the guy is… interesting, to say the least. He seems pretty eloquent, so I coax more out of him.)

Me: “Like… with what we watch?”

Customer: “Yeah, with, like, what’s on the TV and the radio. They just want to dumb us down. It’s not like they can go door to door dumbing us one by one, so they, like…”

Me: *still weirdly interested* “They, like… target the whole collective?”

Customer: “Yeah, exactly… You have a good night.”

(He walked out of the store. I heard the bottle cap of the expensive beer bottle clink to the ground, and he walked off. I sat dumbfounded for a minute, unsure why exactly the government wants to dumb us down, or how I triggered that exchange.)

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