Customer: “How much is a box?”
Me: “A box of candy, or a box by itself?”
Customer: “…huh?”
Me: “The box is a set price, and the candy is priced by weight. A box of candy costs more than an empty box.”
Customer: “…um…”
Me: “Do you want JUST the box, or the box AND candy?”
Customer: “I want the box.”
Me: “Okay, that’s [price].”
He pays and wanders away from the register. We have a crowd at that point so I don’t have time to really think about him until a few minutes later when I see him filling the box with candy.
Me: “You have to pay for that!”
He did pay, but was just as confused about it as he was about buying the box.
(As a cashier one of my duties is to make sure the drink coolers stay stocked up. The only time we can get that done is obviously when it isn’t busy. While stocking the drinks I kept looking at the lines and they were averaging 1-2 customers each so I kept stocking. While putting sodas into a fridge…)
Customer: Um.. can you ring me up or are you just a simple stocker?
Me: Sure ma’am I can take you over here (I already know what’s coming because of her tone of voice)
Customer: Good, I don’t have to wait for these other slow cashiers
(Biting my tongue I scan her items and give her the total.)
Customer: *swipes card*
Me: Ma’am it’s saying your card was declined would you like to try again or another form of payment?
Customer: OH MY God I don’t have my other debit card here. Can I use apply pay??
Me: You can try but most of the time it doesn’t work on this register
(She begins slamming her card onto the pinpad over and over again pushing it into the back of the pinpad where the cords are plugged in, while I watch holding in laughter)
Customer: Your pinpads here are stupid. She then uses a credit card.
Me: Would you like your receipt?
Customer: IF I WANTED MY RECEIPT I WOULD HAVE TOLD YOU *storms out*
Me and my coworkers burst into laughter as she walked out.
Two of my mall “friends” are a pair of sisters, a seven-year-old and a three-year-old whose parents run a food stand right outside my store. I have gotten my hair cut very short and bleached it, and they’re both quite shocked. Once they get over it, we’re chatting as usual.
Three-Year-Old: “Can I have a candy?”
Me: “Did you ask your mom?”
Three-Year-Old: “No.”
Me: “Then you can’t have any candy.”
Three-Year-Old: “Why?”
Me: “Because I’m not giving you candy unless your mom says yes.”
Three-Year-Old: “But why?”
Me: “Because I said so.”
Three-Year-Old: *Narrowing her eyes* “I don’t like your hair.”
I worked two jobs for a while a book store that I wore shirt and tie, and a big box store. I have a briefcase with the bigbox embroidered on it.
While looking for something to snack on I am approached by a woman.
Woman “Can I ask a question? ”
Me “Sure. ”
Woman “Why is it that I can’t seem to find the (items she likes ).”
Then goes on about other problems she has with the store. I listen quietly and patiently to her gripe. When done i smile politely and reply,
Me ” I have no idea, I work for (BIGBOX)”, while holding up my briefcase.
I am the author of all the “candy store” stories that take place in Lafayette. Most of the kiosk workers in my section of the mall know me and know not to try pitching their products to me, however one of the kiosks has recently hired someone new, who doesn’t know me yet. I am on break and pass by this kiosk, and she attempts to pitch to me.
New worker: “What hair straightener do you use?”
Me: *not breaking stride* “I don’t!”
New worker: “Why not?”
Me: *walking away* “Cause I hate ’em!”
I don’t actually mind the kiosks so much, but I don’t like getting their hopes up when they’re selling something I don’t want for more than I can afford.
