Holy mother of pearl. What the fucking fickety fuck fuck!!
This just pisses me off like nothing has ever been pissed off in the history of things being pissed off. Those rotten, evil mother pussing, shit stabbing, burg turdling, snot faced, testicle pokers have gone too goddamn-diddly far!!!
Look, I just want my cup of broccoli and cheese soup (with no apparent broccoli and what seems to be a cheese-type substitute) and my personally hand picked salad bar salad (fuck tongs, I always say), and my bottle of Caffeine Free Ultra-Diet Vanilla Coke with Lemon and Crack and get the fuck out of the store with no fuss.
Now get this … this is what those pieces of human filth masquerading as non-pieces of human filth do. I give them a ten dollar bill for the $5.78 tab. This is what this pile of festering puke hands back to me…
Two dimes, two pennies, four one dollar bills and one receipt.
But she gives me the coins, the bills and the receipt … AT THE SAME FUCKING TIME!!! All just poured willy-fricking-nilly into my hand!!
What the pustule pricking, flipping hell am I suppose to do with that?!?!?!!
Did it ever occur to you, you flaming tower of stupidity, that I might want to put my money in one pocket and the receipt in another??! Huh? Did it? You craptastic crap-factory!!
Just put the goddamned, facactus, sumonumbastaging receipt in the mother-grabbing bag!!!
No, this pisses me off too.
I can’t grab the fucking notes and coins and receipts while my wallet is still in my hand waiting to put the notes in and the other hand is busy with holding on to the stuff I just bought.
I need another hand.
I used to wonder why store clerks always handed over bills and coins and receipts all at the same time. As soon as I worked a register for the first time, I realized it’s just frickin’ easier.
You’d have gotten 2 two-dollar coins (affectionately known as Two-nies), two dimes and two pennies back. All coins, and easy to jam into a front pocket.
Oh wait, no. You probably would have gotten about 83 cents back of a ten-spot.
My local grocery store used to put the receipt in the bag, which was a good thing. Then they started doing what the OP describes, which is an annoyance, albeit a comparatively minor one.
They made quite a production of it for a while, too…place the bills over the receipt just so, then place the neatly-aligned bill & receipt unit in the customer’s waiting hand with a somber, prolonged pause…probably just to make sure you’ve got hold of it, but with such a comical solemnity that one expects them to invoke “the body and blood of Uncle Sam”
I don’t work in a grocery store- I work retail. Nevertheless, I know it bugs me when cashiers give me my change piled on top of my parper money piled on top of my receipt, so I try to get the receipt into the bag, and give them the change, and then their bills. I hate it when a stack of coins skitters off my bills onto the floor.
Yes, you are over-reacting. But no more so than many people do. In my 14 years grocery retail I have seen people throw major fits over the following:
Product discontinued by manufacturer.
Product discontinued by us. (“What do you mean no one else buys pickled buffalo tails??? They’re sooo good.” Bitch Bitch Bitch…)
Product packaging changed. (“This tastes different.”-- “No Sir, they’ve just changed the packaging and reduced the amount in a box.” --“No, it tastes funny now.”–“I understand sir. But…see, It says ‘Same Great Taste’.” “I don’t care. It tastes funny now…bitch bitch bitch…”)
The cashier didn’t talk friendly to me. (Cashier scolded and encouraged to be friendlier by management.)
The cashier was too friendly. (“I just want to get my groceries and she wanted to ask me how my day was… bitch bitch bitch.” Cashier told to just ring up groceries by management, and make a judgement on whether customer wants talk.)
Bags packed too full. (“How do you expect me to carry that…?”)
Bags packed too light. (“Don’t you know you’re killing trees…?”)
Clerk can’t tell what product you want…(“It’s in a BLUE box. You MUST know. Where is the manager? A blue box!..bitch, bitch, bitch…”)
The cashier has a piercing.
This was 10 cents less last week… True Story: Cashier comes to work first day back after mother’s death. Probably too soon, but rent must be paid. Customer calls for manager to complain about unfriendly cashier. Customer told of cashier’s situation. Customer says, “Then she shouldn’t be working.”
And so on and so on… But this sort of stuff has been covered here before. Many times.
And so on. In the retail world the customer is RIGHT in each of these situations. We train our cashiers and clerks to listen to these complaints and respond helpfully. The customers pay our bills. You look for what you are doing wrong, perceived or real, use good old-fashioned human psychology, and work with people. Just because you are a nineteen year old kid makining $6.25/hr. doesn’t mean you can’t be expected to read people. It is your job.
[manager’s confession]But you know what? In reality, these things are not that big of a deal, and I’ve got to wonder how folks handle the day to day difficulties and problems that come up in life when they go absolutely nuts over such trivialities.[/manager’s confession]
1.Ring crap up
2.Get money from cutomer (if slow skip to step 8 and come back)
3. Type in payment, start calculating change format. (I was taught how to give change sans computer, I still do it by myself first, then use the computers number as a check when I count it back.)
4.Avoid the flying drawer aiming for soft bits.
5.Count change. Coins into left hand, paper into right.
6. Rip reciept off with right hand (ends up on top of bills)
7.Return to customer, change first, then paper.
8. Bag crap
This is the easiest way to do it, and thus my default procedure. Everything annoys someone, so I’ll do what annoys me the least. If someoen asks me to put the reciept in thier bag, or throw it away,I will gladly do either, but you have to ask.
Though I do have my pet peeves, mainly people who avoid my happy fingers and drop thier money on the counter. They get their change back in the way they gave it to me. On the opposite side of the ocunter from them where you have to scrabble at every coin singly to pick it up. Petty and stupid but I too am human.
But, Jack darling, don’t you realize that the cashier is trying to help you save money?
When she hands you all that change in one dollup, you’re supposed to cram it in the pocket of your pants, where it will lie undiscovered until you either take your pants to the cleaners or wash them yourself.
