You’re In The Band

(One of my friends, who is a supervisor, enjoys shooting rubber bands at me from the customer service desk when there are no customers around. On this day, I’m working the express lane while my friend is behind the customer service desk, directly across from my register. I am ringing out a customer.)

Me: “And your total is $20.13, will that be cash or—” *I feel something hit me in the face* “—credit?”

Customer: “Credit, please.”

Me: “Okay, go ahead and swipe your—” *I feel something hit me in the shoulder* “—card.”

(While the customer swipes her card, I glance over at the customer service desk and watch my friend duck behind the counter.)

Me: “Is there anything else I can help you with today?” *I spot a rubber band flying at my head and duck out of the way just in time*

Customer: “Ah… where are those rubber bands coming from?”

Me: “Oh, one of our supervisors thinks it’s funny to shoot them at everyone.”

Customer: *turns toward the front desk and wags her finger* “THAT IS NOT NICE!” *walks out*

(My friend started laughing so hard he almost fell over.)