The Proof Is In The Pudding
(The cashier is ringing up my items. She peers over the register at me and smiles.)
Cashier: “Sorry, I’ll try to move a bit faster. I know it must be torture waiting, especially for you!”
Me: “Me? Haha. I’m in no rush.”
Cashier: “I just know if I was pregnant, I wouldn’t want to wait for some pokey cashier!”
Me: “Oh… ah…”
Cashier: “Pregnancy can especially hurt your feet. I don’t know how you’re wearing those heels! When are you due?”
Me: “I’m… I’m not pregnant.”
Cashier: “Yes, you are! You’re skinny but you have a little bump there. You can’t hide it from me!”
Me: “I think that’s just my stomach distending the way stomachs do. I’m not pregnant.”
Cashier: “Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry. Not saying you look fat, but… look at the food you were buying!”
Me: “I have Motrin and pudding.”
Cashier: “Exactly! With the tiny bulge and the pudding?!”
Me: “You thought I was pregnant because I bought pudding?”
(There’s an awkward silence as we both try to figure out how to move past this.)
Cashier: “So… What are the plans for this evening?”
Me: “I’m going to head to the gym. Haha. Maybe I’ll treat myself to a pudding cup afterward as a reward, eh?”
Cashier: “The gym? You shouldn’t in your condition!”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?