Showing posts with label cashier. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cashier. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2019

Story 273: Wait, You Don’t Want to Hear My Life Story?!


            Hairdresser: So, what’ll it be today?
            Client: I was thinking a few inches, you know, up to here.
            Hairdresser: The usual, then.  (Starts snipping away) So, how’re the kids?
           Client: Oh, they’re great – the oldest made the basketball team this year, and – (Goes on for 20 minutes) Anyway, after all that happened, I’m seriously considering sending that one to military school.
            Hairdresser: Uh-huh.
            Client: Yeah.  Speaking of –
            Hairdresser: All done!  (Flourishes cape off Client)
            Client: Oh.  Thanks.  Looks good.  (Stands and hands over a tip)
            Hairdresser: Thank you, have a great day, come back soon, byyyyyyeeeee!  (Moves on to the next client at the washing station)
            Client: (On the way to the cash register) I didn’t get to finish my story….

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            Dentist: I see you just need a cleaning today?
          Patient: (All set up in the chair and wearing the bib) Well, maybe.  You see, Doc, my gums have been a bit inflamed lately – you think it might be the gingivitis we’ve always feared?
           Dentist: We’ll find out!  Open up.  (Patient opens mouth as Dentist explores with mirror and scraper) Oh yeah, you’ve got quite a few things going on: we’ll be here awhile.  (Unravels array of implements on a tray)
            Patient: [Gurgle]
         Dentist: (Props open Patient’s mouth, inserts the saliva ejector, and goes to work) So, everything going well with you since your last visit?
            Patient: Wauh, ah –
            Dentist: Ooh, that’s a nice little cavity we’ve got here!
            Patient: Aughua?!
           Dentist: Heh-heh, save that one for later – let’s see what else we can find first.  So, how’ve you been doing with the snow this week?
            Patient: Ehoua –
Dentist: (Begins drilling) Yeah, every day I had to clean off my car and shovel out the entire driveway – by myself, mind you – and then it took me forever just to get here what with the way the streets are plowed – do they even sand the roads anymore?  (Thirty minutes later) I mean what are we paying taxes for, am-I-right?
Patient: Umf-uh.
Dentist: (Turns off tools) Well, all done, good as new, don’t eat anything for at least an hour, see you in six months!  (Raises chair, removes equipment and bib, and dashes to the next patient, as the rest of the day now is just so far behind)
Patient: (Sits in the chair for a few moments, holding tender jaw) They sand by me.

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Cashier: Hello, did you find everything you needed today?  (Begins scanning items)
Customer: No, but too late now: I’m not going back out there.
Cashier: Heh-heh.  (Scans faster)
Customer: I mean, no matter where I go, there’re like a billion people everywhere, right?
Cashier: Yeah.
Customer: I mean, where did all these people come from, you know?
Cashier: …From other people?
Customer: HA!  Good one.  I mean, I just feel like I spend my entire life waiting on line, and all I want is new clothes and shoes every day.  Life just isn’t fair, right?
Cashier: Yeah.  (Begins bagging while scanning)
Customer: I mean, I’m a good person, right?
Cashier: Yeah.
Customer: I don’t deserve to be stuck in traffic all the time on my way to the mall, or to be written up at work for being “disruptive,” whatever that means, just because I regularly make a few personal phone calls in the office, or to have my so-called friends stab me in the back just because I was being honest and told them that they’re horrible demons, right?
Cashier: Yeah.
Customer: I mean –
Cashier: Sorry, do you have a rewards card with us?
Customer: Oh.  Yeah, here.  (Hands over card)
Cashier: (After swiping) That’ll be $600.23.
Customer: (Hands over credit card) These prices, I tell you, everything’s gotten so expensive you can’t even treat yourself to a little somethin’-somethin’ anymore –
Cashier: (Hands cards and 20 bags of merchandise over to the Customer) Thank you, have a good night, next!
Customer: (Expertly carries bags and leaves the store) And I didn’t even get started on my views of the tax system.

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Story 247: Generous Return Policy


            (At a department store’s returns counter)
           Customer 1: Hi, I would like to return this toaster oven – I bought it yesterday but I really don’t need it; it’s never been used; here’s the receipt.
            Cashier: Beautiful.  (Processes the return) And here’s your refund; have a nice day!
           Customer 1: Wow, that was the fastest return I’ve ever had in my entire life.  I don’t know how to feel right now.
            Cashier: Feel it over there, please – next!
           Customer 2: Yeah, my girlfriend made me bring this paint back because it’s the wrong hue or whatever, but it’s been opened and we painted half the room before she figured that out –
            Cashier: Not a problem!  Here’s some store credit.
            Customer 2: Really?  So we had that big fight over nothing?
            Cashier: Sorry to hear that – next!
           Customer 3: I bought this vacuum cleaner over a year ago, used it a whole bunch of times, and now it doesn’t work so I want a new one.
            Cashier: Here you go! (Hands over a new vacuum cleaner) Next!
            Customer 4: Hi, I’d like to return this dress.
            Cashier: Has it been worn?
            Customer 4: Yes.  Quite often, in fact.
            Cashier: Do you have the receipt?
            Customer 4: No, but I made sure to leave the tags on.
            Cashier: Well then, here’s your store credit – next!
            Customer 4: But I want a refund.
            Cashier: Then here you go!  Next!
           Customer 5: (Grabs a pack of gum from the display and plops it onto the counter) Yeah, I’d like to return this for cash.
            Cashier: Sure thing!
          Manager: (Arrives behind Cashier) Hold it!  Folks, it’ll be a few minutes while one of our associates takes over here.
            (Collective groan from the customers)
            Customer 12: (Halfway down the line) Will they take back my grandmother’s teapot?
            Manager: Probably not.  (To Cashier) Walk with me.
            Cashier: Okey-dokey.
            (They aimlessly stroll around the store)
            Manager: I think you may need a refresher course on processing returns.
            Cashier: But I have been processing them!  All of them!
           Manager: Exactly!  Not every item people bring in here is eligible for a return!  And that last one was clearly attempted theft!
           Cashier: But I was told to take everything back and never question the customers, lest they transform into hideous monsters who destroy your soul!
            Manager: That’s true, but everything has a limit.  You can’t take back items that were never even in the company’s inventory, for one thing – that’s just people offloading their junk.
            Cashier: So how I do keep the hideous transformation from happening?
        Manager: Either shame them into submission by showing how damaged/old/not-even-purchased-here the item is, or make them feel sorry for you by handing them the return policy while weeping about how underpaid you are.  It works because it’s true.
            Cashier: I guess I can try.  I just don’t like having to play police on scam artists, and I feel like I failed if I can’t convince people they can’t pull a fast one.
            Manager: Don’t – the failure isn’t yours.
            Customer 20: Excuse me?
            Manager: Yes?
            Customer 20: Can I return this here? (Holds up a ship’s helm)
            Manager: That clearly is not one of our products.
            Customer 20: Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask.