Dear Checker Lady at the Grocery,
This is to inform you that you are indeed the single worst service worker in history. ?I understand that being a grocery clerk is a thankless job. ?However, would it kill you to do it with a smidgen of grace or dignity. ?I’m not even asking for both here.
As you looked at your watch for the hundredth time you might have noticed that it is nearing lunchtime. ?It might also have occurred to you that near your register is a nice little rack of impulse items. ?Such a lovely rack to put small toys in… especially in the “Family Friendly” aisle. ?I know you didn’t notice that I am a very patient woman with a small 4 year old child who is hungry and now eying that rack of toys.
This might be a nice time for you to shut your gob about your stupid new Pugineese and move along with your checking duties. ?The lady in line in front of me might be your BFF, but she, and you, are standing in the way of feeding aforementioned hungry and I-wanty child.
When you look up from your occasional sliding something across the scanner and notice there is a long line forming at your stand it would not be the time to complain that there aren’t enough checkers. ?Of which there were 5 others doing just fine. ?It might be that you are so damn slow and if you hadn’t noticed, your BFF still has $100 worth of candy bars to go, and a bag of Oreos, just to even things out a bit. ?Not to mention the cans of drink it from the container soup. ?We wouldn’t want to slow down her intake of processed chemicals with a spoon or anything.
Furthermore, when it is finally my turn I would appreciate a little common decency. ?The standard, “hello how are you” is nice, but at least make eye contact or even pretend that my mere presence doesn’t offend you by turning your back to me the whole time you ring my order. ?I know my child is wearing plaid PJ pants and a plaid jacket and hasn’t bathed since Friday (maybe), but I did shower and even put on makeup. ?He’s small, you can’t really smell him.
I would also appreciate it if you took some care bagging my groceries. ?It isn’t my fault that the yogurt manufacturer doesn’t put rigid lids on the yogurt. ?Please don’t throw them into the bag so that whatever you cram on top might break them open. ?And don’t just throw my bags into the cart. ?If you hadn’t noticed you put my bottle of wine on the bottom and we surely wouldn’t want that to break. ?I need it to deal with the likes of you.
Kindly,
The woman at the grocery with the I-wanty poorly dressed and possibly smelly 4 year old.
I hate cashiers like that. I actually had one cashier tell me that since I was wearing my husband’s t-shirt that I should be on “What not to wear”. I wasn’t aware that Winn-Dixie had such discerning taste.
It is so funny – the south is generally much more friendly than I am used to. But that means the checkers want to chit chat with everyone and it takes forever to get out of a store. I’m still working on deep breathing so that I don’t come unglued.
I had the same experience the other day, but it was two teenaged boys who gave me the big ol’ look of disgust when I handed them my cloth bags, and then proceeded to ignore me as I struggled to lift the 40 pound bag of dog food out from under the cart.
This is why we want you to keep on blogging. So funny! Although probably not at the time.
It’s a thankless job. We at the other end have many grips also. Talking the entire time on cell phones as we politly wait for your answer to plastic or paper. Throwing your money on the counter while our hand is extended. Being cordial by asking how you are while your nose is stuck in the air and you don’t bother with a response. Becoming the battering ram because you had a bad day. (such a pleasure and a constant) Not bathing and leaving an entire store gagging while you wait to check out. I ask paper or plastic and you reply… “Double paper, double plastic.”
Most irritating? Those that ha and hem over handicapped or the elderly whom struggle to write a check. Those eye rolls that you so dramatically present… I wanna poke them out!
The public of today has increasingly become the rudists group of people that I have ever had the privledge to serve.
Try stepping on the other side sister… it’s ugly.
I hate when I choose unwisely…
mom, I know it’s a crappy job.
Omigosh hon! Wow! Sounds like a tale I have of the worst bagger/courtesy clerk ever who I encountered … and I once was one, and I am an overly forgiving person. And I was in shock.
I recently wrote a blog about what customers do that annoy us. It might explain why the cashier treated you that way.
Ugh….that’s when I can’t wait to get home and drink the wine in the cart. AND…oh my goodness, Liv….I cannot belive someone said that…I mean I believe you, but come on!! How rude!!