Today, I stopped by the Warehouse Klub for a couple tried and true items. Inevitably I picked the shortest line – a sure mistake.
I first noticed that the cashier was not ringing up the items already on the conveyor. She must have been contemplating something deep for there was a far away look in her eyes, and I could not attract her attention with the usual “ahems” and dramatic coughings. Next I noticed that the customer was missing. I paced in place a little. I stared daggers at the supervisor ten feet away. I considered swooning.
Finally the customer returned to the line with a case of paper towels. The cashier exclaimed, “Oh, that’s where you went!” as if they were old friends, but the customer never exhibited any sign of amity. She then proceeded to painstakingly divide her selections into two categories for separate purchases, frequently consulting several notes.
After purchase one was rung up, the customer looked confused about being expected to pay. She mined her cavernous purse for her wallet. She rifled through her over-glutted wallet for just the right card. At this point I was calling out the elapsed minutes. At “three” she found the desired method of debt, but the card would not scan, and after manual entry, she could not recall the PIN. I stopped paying attention in fear that I was going to cause a violent scene.
After the second sub-purchase was registered, the customer pulled out a gallon ziplock bag filled with crushed bills and change. She sorted the contents of the bag, agonized over the proper currency selections, and dropped about half of it on the floor.
The cashier was very helpful yelling over to the supervisor that she had to leave for her second job as the customer crawled on the dirty concrete floor chasing freedom tasting nickels and dimes. Somehow the transaction was completed, yet I still had to squeeze around her as I was leaving, as she had stopped right at the end of the register line to interrogate her receipts.
So, lets summarize so far. Ass #1: clueless cashier. Ass #2: oblivious supervisor. Ass #3: customer who leaves line for forgotten item but maintains place. Ass #4: customers who insist on ringing things up separately (ever hear of MATH?). Ass #5: customers confused by currency, credit, and the contents of their own wallets / purses. Ass #6: customers who block the way to the exit studying their receipt.
Being ever prepared, my purchase went flawlessly, despite the cashiers attempt lull me into zombie-thought. I proceeded to ass #8: the receipt checking employee.
Alas, I guess I was ass #9. I always stuff the receipt in my wallet with the card. I shouldn’t be surprised by the receipt nazi, but I always am. I struggle with my hands full of over-sized goods to extract the correct receipt from the bundle in my wallet while I listen to the grumble behind me. Next time I will pin the receipt to the front of my frock or let it hang out of my mouth with accompanying drool.
(Ass #10: stores that require me to carry another card – I only have room for the GNR miniguide in my wallet.)
“I’m up to my neck in asses!”
-ramon