People who piss me off (part 3)

It’s that time again. That wonderful time where I angst about people who need to really be put to sleep. (perhaps this is a harsh statement?)

Today’s rejects are brought to you from Walmart since everyone and their mother goes there.

I checked this man out who was using food stamps. For whatever reason 84 cents was left over. I explained to him that there was 84 cents left but he just kept staring at me. He wouldn’t say anything. So finally after saying something for the third time he finally speaks and says for me to take an apple off. Then he says just one and when I apparently didn’t understand this he says I only want one. So once I fully understand what is going on I ask him which apple he wants because he has four different types of apples. He says he doesn’t care so I begin the voiding process for produce which is a tad longer than normal voiding. With voiding other items you can just press the void button and scan the bar code. But produce is weighed and each situation bears a different weight. What you do is press the void key and then type in the produces number, the computer then asks “what amount?” you then have to look at the receipt slip and see how much that item rang up for, type that amount in and press enter.  It’s a bit confusing at first but once you have it down you can learn to do it pretty quickly. Apparently I wasn’t going fast enough and mid way into the voiding process he just says I’ll go to another register. I tell him he needs to wait a few minutes for me to get a manager to void the whole transaction because he has already slid his card and it won’t work if he uses it before my transaction is canceled but he just ignored me. He grabs his things (minus the apples) and goes to the cashier next to me. One of the managers comes over to cancel the transaction and I notice he forgot his apples. I grab them and take them to him and he yells at me “I SAID I ONLY WANTED ONE!!!” At this point, I walked away and turned my back to him to distance myself. My manager said to just ignore him but it had me sick for a few  hours.

This next lady was more interesting than rude. She came up with a mountain of stuff in a cart. The amount was so huge she had to get a second cart just to get things efficiently through the line and proceeds to organize everything and asks me not to start scanning until she has everything ready. Once she had everything ready she asks me to keep cold with cold, cans with cans… well.. you get the drill… then says to stuff each bag  as full as possible so she doesn’t have too many bags, but then she proceeds to tell me that she also wants everything double bagged. (makes a lot of sense huh? I want as little bags as possible BUT I want them all double bagged). After I gave her this blank stare (since all this info had yet to reach the offices in my brain) she went ahead and offered to bag everything herself. (THANK GOD!!!) It was very long and grueling.

On the same day as the mountain cart lady I came across a very interesting situation. She was very nice and I had finished checking her out and she gave me a large book’s worth of coupons. She had also gotten seven air wick fresheners and had six coupons for them. What was odd is that each of the coupons was the amount of each air wick. So in theory she was only paying for one. My computer popped up a message saying that at the end of the transaction I would need a manager to accept the transaction because of the large amount of coupons. Here is where things get really fucked up. She had gotten a bunch of lunchables and had a coupon for them… buy at least seven and you get 1.50 off. Well the computer wouldn’t accept the coupon and upon closer inspection it showed that it was an albertson’s coupon. She began arguing with me that she knew our policies and that it was a manufacturer’s coupon and that we take manufacturer’s coupons. I explained that I couldn’t do anything about it because it had to do with the computers and that I would get my manager to fix the issue. The manager came up and told her we couldn’t take it, she threw a fit saying we could and starts whining and crying “My kids need these” etc. Then she calls customer service while still in the line which is holding up the rest of the line (it was very busy that day). She argues with the customer service people and my manager suspends the transaction so I can continue with the line and also so we wouldn’t have to start over with her transaction when she was done. I sent her to another cashier who didn’t have any customers so she wouldn’t have to wait in line. This is where it gets hairy. The other cashier has to get another manager because the computer gave another “need manager” message. I was pulled off the lines to go to the manager’s office afterward and it was explained to me that the lady couldn’t purchase all those air wicks like she was trying to do. The reason is because people will take them somewhere else and then collect the money by returning them. She would have gotten 35 dollars from this. I wasn’t in trouble (I thought I was and I was trembling in my little space boots) and they congratulated me on staying calm.

This next story will make you loose your socks. I checked the lady out, bagged her things, pulled out the changed and handed it to her, and closed my register. Upon finishing the transaction the lady freaks out and starts saying things like why the hell did you give me this nickel (like I’d given it to her on purpose) and saying that no one else will accept this nickel and starts flipping off the deep end. Thus, I gave her a nickel she didn’t like. It had some black and white stuff on the face and you couldn’t see the face at all. However, you could still tell it was a nickel. At first she calmed down and said she would wait for the next customer so I can just give her a different nickel. I had no problem with this but the next customer used debit. Then she freaks out even worse and screams at me to get my manager. My manager gave her another nickel and she stormed off. For god sakes… its a fucking nickel. All our money is given to us by a bank. If the bank accepts it… everyone accepts it. Jeez….

Finally, today’s story… Now usually when someone gives me money and I open the register and then they try to give me change to get X amount of money or to trade types I won’t do it. The reason is so I don’t give them the wrong amount and/or give my draw the wrong amount. It’s the safest way not to get yourself into a bad situation. I’ve only done it a few times and it makes me uncomfortable. If it makes us uncomfortable we don’t have to do it. So this girl gives me the money, I open the register, and she proceeds to try and give me change and I explain that I have already opened the register and I am not suppose to do that. I give her the change and close the register and she starts telling me how rude I am and what a bitch I’m being and that she has worked for Walmart before and knows for a fact that we can give change back. She also proceeds to say that she’s going to turn in a complaint on me. Her companion gives me her things and tries to tell her to stop and I politely turned to her and said “It’s ok maam… she can say whatever she wants about me.” I smiled, finished the transaction and told both of them that I hope they have a wonderful evening.

So there you have it…. three weeks worth of crazy for your enjoyment. I’d like to hear some of your stories or even just your comments on the ones I have here. I appreciate those who read my blog on a constant basis so if you like the “People who piss me off” posts… please let me know.

Werewolfchibichan