Waiting in line at Target yesterday I overheard the following conversation between the checkout chick and the customer.
CHECKOUT CHICK: Would you like to buy a 10 cent bag today?
CUSTOMER: No, I’d like a free one.
CHECKOUT CHICK: We don’t have free bags anymore, they are 10 cents
CUSTOMER: Well then I guess I don’t have a choice, Do I?
CHECKOUT CHICK: Would you like a large or a small one?
CUSTOMER: I think I made it pretty clear I’ve never bought one before; therefore I have no idea of the size difference. Show me one.
CHECKOUT CHICK: Would you like to buy a 10 cent bag today?
CUSTOMER: No, I’d like a free one.
CHECKOUT CHICK: We don’t have free bags anymore, they are 10 cents
CUSTOMER: Well then I guess I don’t have a choice, Do I?
CHECKOUT CHICK: Would you like a large or a small one?
CUSTOMER: I think I made it pretty clear I’ve never bought one before; therefore I have no idea of the size difference. Show me one.
CHECKOUT CHICK: *shows her both sizes
CUSTOMER: How ridiculous is this? Paying for a bag. You people are incredible. Just forget it, I'm not giving you another cent.
All the while the customer, a woman, sort of danced around adjusting her fake bejangers and touched up her lip-gloss. The little Checkout girl was shitting herself, obviously not liking the conflict and clearly not used to stupid bitches being so incredibly rude to her about a ten cent bag.
All the while the customer, a woman, sort of danced around adjusting her fake bejangers and touched up her lip-gloss. The little Checkout girl was shitting herself, obviously not liking the conflict and clearly not used to stupid bitches being so incredibly rude to her about a ten cent bag.
Um, it’s 10 cents you heinous critter. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
That’s what I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to tap her on the shoulder and ask her if she gets a thrill out of being such a stuck-up mole. Or making young girls, just doing their jobs, have a shit day, just because she’d never been taught any manners.
But I didn’t. Because I’m chicken shit. And I hate confrontation. But it wasn’t right and all I could do was give my best evil-eye look to the back of the dipshits bleached head and my best solidarity smile to the checkout girl. I think she understood. Either that or, with my off tap, crazy hair that day, she just thought I was an escaped mental patient with bizarre facial tics.
Next time but, I am going to calmly tell a woman like that to be nicer and more respectful to other people. And when that doesn’t work. I will speak to her in the language she seems to understand. Bitch speak.
That’s what I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to tap her on the shoulder and ask her if she gets a thrill out of being such a stuck-up mole. Or making young girls, just doing their jobs, have a shit day, just because she’d never been taught any manners.
But I didn’t. Because I’m chicken shit. And I hate confrontation. But it wasn’t right and all I could do was give my best evil-eye look to the back of the dipshits bleached head and my best solidarity smile to the checkout girl. I think she understood. Either that or, with my off tap, crazy hair that day, she just thought I was an escaped mental patient with bizarre facial tics.
Next time but, I am going to calmly tell a woman like that to be nicer and more respectful to other people. And when that doesn’t work. I will speak to her in the language she seems to understand. Bitch speak.
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I've felt like that so many times and I am also a chicken shit. You've inspired me and I promise next time to speak up in solidarity!
PS: I sorta have already - the other day, in one of those 2 hour public car parks, someone stole my car spot. Now there were plenty of spots available, but I CLEARLY had my blinker on, indicating (as it's wont to do), that I was waiting for that very spot. All of a sudden, the woman who had been waiting for someone to leave in a spot about 10 feet directly in front of me, decided SHE wanted my spot and zoomed in and took it as the person vacating it left. BITCH! I blocked her as she tried to reverse to adjust her position and very calmly asked, "excuse me, but did you not see me waiting with my indicator on?" She feigned ignorance, and since as previously admitted, I am chicken shit, I reversed to let her adjust her parking and waited till she got out, where I proceeded to tell her that she was very rude for ignoring me and taking my spot. She said "Sorry love, didn't see you" and walked off. Shoulda keyed her car - but again, I'm chicken shit!!
You are fricken hilarious....and are you me?? Geez I wish I could say what I really think to stoopid people. But I am finding as I age (not gracefully) I'm getting more confidence to do that, so by the time I'm 80, just watch the hell out for me...I'll be mouthing off to the dipshits & moles (or whatever they're called by then)all over the place!!
I'm like the complete opposite to you, Bern. I have no problem telling people what I think. I probably would have said something like, "Oh, give the girl a break! She's just doing her job. It's 10 cents."
The other day, I caught a woman stealing my mulch from the front verge. I rolled down the car window and shouted: "Hey! Whaddya think you're doing? Put that DOWN! That's my mulch! Go on. Get out of here! You can't steal people's mulch!"
My boys were in the car. They're used to me speaking my mind (when required). They looked over at her, and noticed she was a little on the older side (maybe early 60s). "Silly old lady" my 5yr old said. Ahem.
People are really unbelievable. You have to wonder how sad that woman's life must be to have to get her jollies being that rude to a kid working a cash register!
I also am too chicken to say anythign because often those kind of people are a bit psycho and I'm usually with the kids and don't really want a confrontation.
I would have bitched about her to the check out chick though.
Customer service sucks.
I work in retail and it never fails to amaze me how people speak to you. I would love to tell them all to fuck off and get a life... but then I would have no job. *sigh*
I also work in retail so I am very careful to treat the person behind the register well. However I had a reverse experience last night. I went to Woolies, have driven across the vic border for the week. In vic, if you only have 2 items, they won't offer you a bag, but at the very least if you have enough items to warrant a bag, they'll offer you a bag in the supermarket. I was already visibly struggling to carry the things I had! Anyway, I put my items on the counter, and when it came to me. She scanned my items through dumped them on the spot where bags would've been and I paid with my credit card. No mention of a bag was made. When I looked down to pick up a bag, and asked politely for a bag, I was greeted with a frown. "You didn't ask for one" I'm sorry I made the assumption one would be offered for my 10 items?
"We never give bags, you have to buy them, they cost 15c." With this I took 15c out of my purse and mentioned to her that she might remember to offer a bag to her customer as she is scanning the items through. I was so angry, cos she made me feel like an idiot for the fact that I don't know that supermarket's in SA don't offer free shopping bags.
unfortunately i am this person you want to be.
a while ago i was on a train {remember western subs is where i live} and we get to mt druitt {i love mt druitt cheapest clothing EVER} and these 4 boys + 3 girls get on. fair enough. doesnt bother me. but. what does. they are playing their music. very loud. and its just plain annoying. heard of headphones? use them.
anyway. the older woman across from me asked them not to play their music {well more to turn it down cause it was just annoying}. and they started going off at her. telling her to mind her own business, for her to move somewhere else if she didnt like it. {leaving out the explicits}. so. me. being me. i tell them to show some respect for their elders. did their parents teach them nothing? i tell them that their music is downright annoying. and that i have headphones for this reason.
they look at me gobsmacked.
they moved to the next carriage. the woman thanked me. for backing her up.
sometimes it gets me in trouble though. sigh. i had one woman - who thought i was staring! me stare? never - cause her children were running amok on the train and shes there threatening them that she'll make them walk home from the station and she'll go to the pub. ha. anyway her little girl [around 7] told her that people were staring. the mum says "i dont give a f*ck if they are staring. probably cause their lives are so f*cking boring". anyway. doonside and she's off. but then she runs up to my window and acts like she is going to hit me. through glass. {mind you she did say she'd get back on the train and do it}. now this is an example of when it was good NOT to speak. i am forever sticking up for children. and if i had. it would have ended up with their mother more than likely hitting me. {yes. she was a stick. and i have body weight to move. but still im not in the mood to be hurt like that}.
stick up when you feel you should :)
Oh I so relate! I am usually too scared to speak up too, because these days you never know when you're going to end up with a knife in your back or a punch in the nose! Isn't it strange how rude people don't realise how rude they are being? And that everyone except them can see it?
Who cares that much about 10c? What a weiner face!
This is one hot topic!! Phew. I would have been feeling the same as you and lately I have found myself speaking up in this situation. Luckily it doesn't happen much but I am more confident these days to say what I think, and defend others. Sometimes it shuts the perp up but at others you are then abused yourself. I also hate when people don't say please when they ask for something. I have to say, quietly, 'please' in a kind of mum way, so they hear. Can't help it!! Great post, love your blog xo
Well looks like I'm not the only one suffering in shit-scared silence. Emily, what a dick. Again, I guess it all comes down to courtesy on both sides.
Lastly but not leastly... heh heh
Here's one I just had to share with you...
I was standing in line at the check out today and the man infront of me ( In his 60's? ) was really rude to the Check-out girl ( who looked around 17).He was impatient and sarcastically asked her if she was new while she put his groceries through and made huffing noises when she had to add change to her till.
he turned to me and said " I don't know where they get them from" to which I replied " I don't think it's a good idea to come shopping if you are in a hurry".
When he turned to get his change the girl handed it to him and smiled.
After he left I said to her, " You were really patient then, and he was an arse"
This lovely little teenager looked at me and said;
" It's O.K, you just never know what has happened in a persons day before they see you"
What an amazing attitude!
xx
Okay, I will be the bitch who goes the other way...standing in the checkout with a trolley, a pram and 4 kids and the 16 year old behind the counter asks if I need a bag. No. I plan to carry all this shit to my car with the power of my mind. And please do a 10 minute price check and docket change cos that screaming infant is just doing it to entertain the crowd.
(I'm allowed to say this cos I did retail duty for years).
Regardless of how polite you are, they can still turn around and punch you in the head.
I've had a convo like this, what I want to know is why bother replacing the old plastic bag with biodegradable bags and then charging us for it.
Why didn't the government just replace the old with the new instead of telling the stores to make their own and then slug us a small fee for it so the stores can make more money.
Although I don't think the old ones were so bad. They do degrade, just leave one in the sun for a few weeks and it dries out and crumbles in your fingers.
So I really don't know what people were going on about with the whole ozone, non degradable bag shit.
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