Category: At The Checkout

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Parental Guidance

| Saint Louis, MO, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Family & Kids

(I have taken my son, who is three, to grab some fabric to fix a T-shirt and a pattern for a Halloween costume.)

Son: *generally being a rowdy three-year-old, touching products and being told to stop*

Cashier: *to me* “He’s the second-worst kid I’ve ever seen who doesn’t listen.”

Me: *laughing, assuming she meant it lightheartedly* “Yeah, I hear it’s the age.”

Cashier: *with a matter of fact attitude* “No offense, but I’m pretty sure it’s just bad parenting.”

Me: *silently and tearfully pays and rushes out of the store*

Cashier: “Have a nice day!”

(I called my husband sobbing and he suggested that I call the store and complain to the manager, who apologized when they heard the story. Our family won’t be returning to that store; we’ll go twice as far for cashiers that aren’t total jerks.)

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A Victim Of His Baggage Issues

| Manchester, England, UK | At The Checkout, Employees

(I am using the self-checkout machine. I have scanned my loyalty card, and the machine asks if I have my own bag. I click ‘yes’ that I have two bags. One is a cloth shopping bag, but the rest of the shopping is in my rather large handbag. I collect my receipt and start to leave.)

Assistant: “Just so you know, we can see how many bags you click and how many you actually use.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Assistant: “You said you have two bags.”

Me: “I do…”

Assistant: “And you only have one.”

Me: “I used my satchel.”

Assistant: “That’s a handbag; it doesn’t count.”

Me: “But I put shopping in it.”

Assistant: “It doesn’t count.”

Me: “By using it I didn’t pick up a plastic bag when my other one was full.”

Assistant: “It doesn’t count.”

Me: “Even though I’m using it as a bag?”

Assistant: “It doesn’t count.”

Me: “I’ll… remember in future?”

Assistant: “We can see your bags. Just put the real number in next time.”

(The kicker is that each point is worth such a tiny amount that I’d have had to be going in daily with dozens of non-existent bags to get any value from pretending.)

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Bringing In Lots Of Change

| Wallingford, CT, USA | At The Checkout, Money

(I’m a cashier at a sandwich shop, and a kid no older than twelve approaches the counter with a large order of sandwiches. He looks a little sheepish.)

Kid: “So… um… how much is that?”

Me: “[Total over thirty dollars].”

Kid: “Yeah… so… I’m so sorry but…”

(The kid then holds up a large gallon plastic baggy of quarters, dimes, and nickels.)

Kid: “…this is the only money I have.”

Me: *laughs* “No problem. I’m sure you’ve got plenty.”

(The kid is kind enough to help me count by piling dimes up into dollar stacks as I count them, and he’s got more than enough, so he adds some chips and drinks to his order. The whole process takes a while, but he’s the only customer cashing out at the moment and I am in no rush. As I’m patiently counting out another stack of dimes and nickels for the additional food, my boss peeks over to my register and sees my mountain of coins, and he is red with laughter.)

Manager: “Haha! I can’t believe it! You had to count all of that?”

Me: *smiling evilly* “That’s nothing. You’re the one balancing out my drawer before I leave!”

(The look of horror on my boss’s face was priceless.)

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