worst customer.... ever.
Holy shit, I had the rudest customer in 4 years of working at stop and shop. This woman comes up to my register, puts her shit on my belt and walks away. My bagger looks at me and says "dude, don't say anything negative at all to this lady or she'll flip out on you." soooo... she gets to my register and I give her my usual "hi, how are you?" and she goes into this rant about her being single, which is fucking random, she kinda read into that question a little too much, it's just a fucking formality you just need to say 'fine thanks."
Ok... soooo I ring all of her stuff up and she looks at the price "76 dollars?! are you fucking kidding me?! (yes she actually swore at me.)" and I'm thinking, what the hell do I say to that so I said "no, that's the price." so she demanded I print up a receipt and she went through it ordering my bagger to take stuff out and she can't read some of the codes on the receipt so she said such polite things as "what is that fucking code?" and what not... ok got her order down to $56 and by now I've voided out about $30 worth of crap so I need Tanya, my supervisor's, keys to let the order go through. She's still flipping out asks me if it looks like $56 worth of stuff and I was about to say yes but midway thought it was a bad idea so I feigned agreeing with the hell bitch. She went on a rant about no man in her life and she didn't have a ring on her finger so she had to pay for everything on her own. I wanted to point out to her that maybe she wouldn't be single if she wasn't such a bitch but I wanted to get her out of the store as quickly as possible (seriously, the scene that woman was making.. my boss rob would have probably laughed his ass off about it after she left the store if I did that.). oook so now the receipt is gone and I don't know how much change I owed the woman and she said she didn't have it so I thought tanya did and she said "she does I saw that little (didn't hear the word) take it." welll she did have it the whole time... yeah then she went on a rant saying how all baggers at stop and shop are stupid and don't know what they are doing and they use too many bags and at that point I wanted to say "cause then you would bitch about us breaking your eggs or crushing your bread.." but I didn't.
so yeah, without a doubt the bitchiest customer I've ever had. I almost couldn't take her seriously but my friend kevin started cracking up at her once and she got even angrier so don't do that.
uhhh aside from that I went to my dad's on father's day and saw my grandpa. my dad, the evil bastard, fell asleep when just him, me and grandpa were in the room. This means grandpa spent the next 2 hours giving me his biography up to 1945. He's a good guy but I've heard all of his stories many many many many many many many times. you don't really want to be cornered by grandpa cause you can't leave, you'd feel bad for walking away and leaving him by himself so you just have to hear about the first time he went on a plane or how after d-day they tried to transfer him to the infantry but he was the only friend his commanding officer had and he enlisted in the army air corps so his officer said they couldn't put him in the infantry...
I'm going down to the cape in a little less than 2 weeks. Wellfleet this time which is waaaay out there that's damn near province town so that is probably going to be a 3 hour drive if traffic isn't horrible, and traffic is usually pretty horrible on a saturday in cape cod. With any luck it will be less boring than when we stayed at dennis last summer, at the very least it will involve me and my brother spending quality time aimlessly driving around the cape in his car, probably starting to get on each other's nerves by the end of the week.
Ok... soooo I ring all of her stuff up and she looks at the price "76 dollars?! are you fucking kidding me?! (yes she actually swore at me.)" and I'm thinking, what the hell do I say to that so I said "no, that's the price." so she demanded I print up a receipt and she went through it ordering my bagger to take stuff out and she can't read some of the codes on the receipt so she said such polite things as "what is that fucking code?" and what not... ok got her order down to $56 and by now I've voided out about $30 worth of crap so I need Tanya, my supervisor's, keys to let the order go through. She's still flipping out asks me if it looks like $56 worth of stuff and I was about to say yes but midway thought it was a bad idea so I feigned agreeing with the hell bitch. She went on a rant about no man in her life and she didn't have a ring on her finger so she had to pay for everything on her own. I wanted to point out to her that maybe she wouldn't be single if she wasn't such a bitch but I wanted to get her out of the store as quickly as possible (seriously, the scene that woman was making.. my boss rob would have probably laughed his ass off about it after she left the store if I did that.). oook so now the receipt is gone and I don't know how much change I owed the woman and she said she didn't have it so I thought tanya did and she said "she does I saw that little (didn't hear the word) take it." welll she did have it the whole time... yeah then she went on a rant saying how all baggers at stop and shop are stupid and don't know what they are doing and they use too many bags and at that point I wanted to say "cause then you would bitch about us breaking your eggs or crushing your bread.." but I didn't.
so yeah, without a doubt the bitchiest customer I've ever had. I almost couldn't take her seriously but my friend kevin started cracking up at her once and she got even angrier so don't do that.
uhhh aside from that I went to my dad's on father's day and saw my grandpa. my dad, the evil bastard, fell asleep when just him, me and grandpa were in the room. This means grandpa spent the next 2 hours giving me his biography up to 1945. He's a good guy but I've heard all of his stories many many many many many many many times. you don't really want to be cornered by grandpa cause you can't leave, you'd feel bad for walking away and leaving him by himself so you just have to hear about the first time he went on a plane or how after d-day they tried to transfer him to the infantry but he was the only friend his commanding officer had and he enlisted in the army air corps so his officer said they couldn't put him in the infantry...
I'm going down to the cape in a little less than 2 weeks. Wellfleet this time which is waaaay out there that's damn near province town so that is probably going to be a 3 hour drive if traffic isn't horrible, and traffic is usually pretty horrible on a saturday in cape cod. With any luck it will be less boring than when we stayed at dennis last summer, at the very least it will involve me and my brother spending quality time aimlessly driving around the cape in his car, probably starting to get on each other's nerves by the end of the week.