randomly chaotic and frequently mundane

to be nice.

Ok, so I’m at work and this woman comes through my line.  First thing I notice is that black hair and white-blonde roots (that are easily 2 inches long) don’t look good on anyone.  Next I notice a shade of eyeshadow I don’t think they’ve made since the 80’s (think day-glo turquoise).  I’m amused, but I don’t say anything or let it show.  She snaps at the bagger “I’ll pack it myself!”  Ooh, attitude.  This should be fun.  I’m my usual smiling, pleasant, friendly self.  I ask for her price plus card and her coupons and she ignores me.  So I wait, scan a few items, let her get her cart empty.  As she goes down to bag her groceries, I go to ask again for her price plus and coupons.  She snaps again, “Why didn’t you ask for this?  Everyone else asks for this!”  I pointed out that I asked her for her price plus and coupons, she says “Well I only heard you ask for the coupons.”  Yeah, whatever.  I asked for both.  If you weren’t so wrapped up in yourself you’d have heard it.  The bagger you sent away, who was working one register over heard it.  As did the bagger on the other side.  The issue here isn’t me.

So I get the card, scan it and continue to ring.  Still smiling, still being pleasant.  The items on the conveyor belt start jamming up, so I turn it off.  A minute later she yells at me to turn it back on.  Nevermind that there’s a switch down there for her to turn it off and on at her convenience.  Whatever.  Still smiling, as best I can.  Not so pleasant anymore, but not rude.  I finish ringing up her stuff.  She’s still bagging.  The stuff is jamming at the end of the belt again.  So I go to pick up the meat items and stack them so they’re out of the way and not jamming up the flow anymore.  This bitch snatches them out of my hands and yells “I said I’d pack it myself.”  I told her I was just moving stuff so that it wouldn’t jam up and damage her items.  She rolled her eyes and said “Whatever.”  Yeah, smile gone and this dumb cunt (that’s right, I said CUNT) is getting the raised eyebrow that says “I’m no longer amused.”  She got curt replies out of me after that.  Not even a “have a nice day.”  I really wanted to tell her to check her fucking attitude at the door.  Thank you, drive through and FUCK YOUR FRIES.

The next customer, however, was awesome.  She came up laughing her ass off, quite plainly laughing at the bitch before her and had a lot of humorous things to say about the hair and eye shadow.  I mean seriously… turquoise?  I can’t remember the last time it was in fashion to match your eyeshadow to the EXACT color of your shirt.

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