Monday, September 20, 2010
Case Lot... The Cheap, The Rude, and The Ugly
Thursday, September 16, 2010
My Inspiration
My job is not an ordinary job. I bag people’s groceries. Sounds exciting right? Well, as lame as it might be, it is very exciting, you never what will happen next. This job is not your basic bagging job. I like to think of it as an art form… weird? Okay maybe a little, but to me, and some of my fellow bagger employees it is very much an art form. We take “Paper or Plastic?” to the next level. If you can’t hang we slowly get rid of you.
My Inspiration:
It all started with the simple question, “Paper or plastic?” Which is always asked by the cashier. Sadly my poor, old, deaf, and not really in this world cashier, told me the wrong bag… Normally most customers’ say “its okay” and get a little pissed, but try not to show it. My customer didn’t have a nice bone in her body… Instead she began to yell, not just out loud, but in my face. She was so close to my face, I was scared she might bite my nose off in anger. I told her how sorry I was, but it was not my fault because the cashier is the one that tells me what type of bag the customer wants. (There is a rule stating I can’t ask the customer if they would like paper or plastic, lame) She didn’t seem to care, and continued to yell. Because this lady is an old cranky cripple lady we had to wait for her driver to come to the door (who I guess got lost and couldn’t find the car)…. So I stood there with this lady trying not to get ugly with her (I can get pretty ghetto) for about 15 mins as she yelled at me. She told me how I don’t deserve to work. I must have just started working because everyone knows she gets plastic. (Who does she think she is?) She told me she refuses to give me a tip… blah blah blah anything rude and ugly was most likely said… (Remember this is because I gave her the wrong type of bag). Finally her driver came and I threw her junk in the car (literally) and slam the trunk as the driver handed me 3 bucks and apologizing.
Cashier:
Old
Stutters
Walks with a limp in her shape-ups
Always has her hand by her ear saying “what?”
Customer:
Old
Long hair tied in a bun
Glasses the size of small window on her face
Wooden cane
Also walks with a limp, but not in shape-ups
So this rude lady is the reason why I’m writing this blog. She is one of the many crazy people I have to deal with daily, and I figure someone might like to read about them…