From Jit:
I was working at registers the other day (a.k.a. the pit of disparity) and the customer currently in line was fishing up her transaction. On our registers, we have a small sale item of the week. It knocks off thirty-ish cents to a dollar when it's on sale at the registers.
This week, we had Dial soap on sale - not hand sanitizer - soap. I was looking at my register waiting for her to slide her card. When I didn't hear any beeps, I look over to see what she's doing only to find her trying to squirt some of the soap into her hands.
"Oh, ma'am, that's actually for sale."
"What?"
"There's a sale sign in front of it?"
"What sale sign?"
"That one. *Points* "
"Well, do not you think that it would be more beneficial for the customers if it would be available for us to USE?"
I grow silent.
She then slides her card after fumbling with the card for a bit.
"Enter... zip code," she says aloud.
She then proceeds to take the pen and tries to write it on the screen.
"No, ma'am, there's a pinpad you have to type it in."
"What pinpad?"
"The one below the screen."
"There is no pinpad below the screen."
I point to it. "Oh, that pinpad."
She then completes the transaction and walks away. . . WITHOUT HER GROCERIES.
<insert head bashing>
"Ma'am!" She turns around. "You forgot your stuff!"
"What stuff?"
"The stuff you just bought...?!"
"What stuff I just bought?"
"This stuff! *points to all of her stuff in bags* "
"Oh, that stuff. Well, why didnt you put it in my cart?"
"You didn't have a cart, otherwise I would have."
"Well, why didn't you get me one?"
I paused, looked her in the eye, and said, "You're right, ma'am, what was I thinking? I'll go get one for you right away."
I retrieved a cart for her and she placed her shopping bags in the cart and left.
With the cart.
Praise God.
Jit
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