These Southern Belles Need To Hang Out With The Old Scottish/Irish Women
Me: “Your total is $44.81.”
Customer: “You didn’t apply my coupon.”
Me: “You didn’t give me a coupon.”
Customer: “Your company app sent me a coupon.”
Me: “I would need to scan it, ma’am.”
Customer: “It doesn’t get applied automatically?”
Me: “No, you need to present the QR code from the app for me to scan.”
Customer: *Getting high-pitched.* “You’re seriously expecting me to get in my bag, turn on my phone, open the app, and find some dumb code instead of you just pressing a button?”
Me: “I’m afraid I can’t apply the coupon without that code to scan.”
Customer: *Squealing now.* “Are you seriously expecting me to—”
Suddenly, the next customer in line, a kindly-looking old lady that resembled the typical ‘Southern Belle’ in every way you could think of, interrupts her:
Next Customer: “Honey, are you grown? Cuz we don’t do tantrums when we’re grown.”
The customer glared at her for a moment, but this simple comment seemed to have ruined any momentum she had been building up and she grumpily got her (turned on and very modern-looking) phone from her pocket, opened the app, and angrily handed the phone to me so that I could find the QR code. I scanned it, she paid, and she left in a huff.
Next Customer: “Don’t let her get you down, hun. Her biscuit’s just not done in the middle…”
Related:
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 6
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 5
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 4
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 3
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Scottish Woman, Part 2
