Tall Confessions

Okay, sorry for not blogging.
It's a bad habit of mine.


There are some super duper rude cashiers in this world. Whether you're just trying to save some cash, or wanting your tall Strawberries & Cream Frapp, it seems that the workers are not very pleased to assist you in your endeavor. First rude cashier: Mr. Grumpy Grocer.



So here my mom and I are, patiently waiting in line to get some school supplies, food, vitamins, etc. We get up to the checkout and my mom hands this over-60-year-old worker her coupons. He obviously isn't too happy that we're gonna save 60 cents on our vitamins, because he grumbles as he takes the little money savers. Then, he looks at one of the coupons' edges and grumbles, "This one's missing numbers. It most likely wont be able to scan." The very edge of said coupon was torn off when it was seperated from another coupon, resulting in the last number (or line) of the barcode being torn off. Well my mom replies, "Um, the other piece is right there on the other coupon."
"No, it's not."
"Yes sir, it is."
(Bagger lady says) "Yeah, it's right there."
"Mmmhphhhgrrald."
As Mr. Grumpy Grocer picks up the other coupon and matches the corner up with the torn one, he lets out this huge dramatic sigh. As if it pains him so to just give us our discount. He then scans the barcode, who is now complete, happy, and serving it's purpose.
"Well, you got lucky." He mumbles with an ugly tone.
Complete with much eye-rolling from Mr. Grumpy Grocer, we collected our goods and walked out- saving a few bucks on our trip.


Maybe he just had a bad day or something.


My second encounter with a rude cashier was at a well known coffee chain (no names, right?). I'm in the car with my family coming back from a very fun trip, and we pull up through a drive-thru at said coffee chain. The 19-year-old lady slides open the window and has a confused look on her face.
"Did you order?"
(My dad) "Oh, I guess we missed the ordering intercom. Can we order here?"
"I...guess."
"Okay so we want..."
My dad orders a coffee for himself, a couple Frapps for my mom and brother, and orders me a Strawberries & Cream Frapp. The lil' teeny bopper goes off to make us our yummy drinks with a not-so-great attitude, but we're handed our purchases nonetheless. So I take a sip of my drink, expecting a burst of heaven on earth, but instead it tastes like one teeny tiny strawberry drowned in a gush of watery milk.

Yeah, gross.

Not wanting to be rude or ungrateful, I kind of hesitated to tell my dad that the drink tasted horrible, but I decided that I couldn't- wouldn't- be able to drink that the whole way home. So I told my dad that it tasted funny, and he agreed. When the brewster chick popped her head out of the window to give us our reciept, dearest father tells her that the drink is awful. She just gives him a you've-got-to-be-kidding-me look.
"Well when was the last time you came here?'
"My daughter and I JUST came and got this same drink not but two nights ago."
"Mm, the recipies change a lot. Some people just aren't used to the new ones."
"Taste this. It's disgusting, I don't think that's a recipe change."
(After much sighing and glaring, the girl grabs the drink and closes the window.)

So she comes back with a new drink, a stone-cold and silent expression, and holds it out for my dad.
Oh, you guys I can't even explain how rude it was. Too much attitude for the typed word.

My dad then thanked her, and explained that the first drink really was a malfunction or something, and that it wasn't just his tastebuds rebelling against some new recipe. And, she insisted that the recipes change often, and that maybe someone had skipped a step.
"Sorry for troubling you like that. :)"
"Yeah, has everyone got their drink?"
"Mhm, we're all good. Have a nice day."
"Mm. You guys too."

In the end, we drove off with a new Strawberries & Cream that was (ironically) incredibly sweet.



Yeah, I didn't really write this blog to complain a whole bunch, I just think that even if you're having the worst day of your life, you shouldn't take it out on your customer- no buts.

Children, when you get jobs, do NOT be rude to the person who is pretty much filling your paycheck.

I'm just saying.

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